I must have taken a bait somewhere in Brisbane. It could have been at Brisbane Airport.
There doesn't have to be much wrong with you to put you right off your game.
Christine and I went to the Australian Institute of Sport for a swim and a hot spa. And then it hit me.
It's a very interesting phenomenon. Water has been pouring out of me. Maybe this could be some sort of blood pressure-lowering therapy!
I felt crook and cold and went to bed in the afternoon. My feet were like ice. The Achilles and calves hurt like hell.
I went to be early and slept like a log, except for the half a dozen times I had to get up.
Sheesh, it's no fun being crook.
On the track
Went swimming for half and hour.
In the meantime it's hard to stay tuned, when you're crook.