Tomorrow, I AM going to feel better when I wake up. This is it, silly illness. Take that.
Orienteering24:13 2.42 km (10:01 / km) +117m8:04 / km ahr:128 max:173
Abortive attempt at orienteering. Found number one okay, and even now have no idea what I did to number two. At the best case scenario I was just above it, at worst I was miles away. I looked at the rest of the course and I just couldn't be bothered, so I jogged back. Poo. There is still some goo on my chest which I can't seem to shift.