2nd September. T.T.T. Tragedy.

It would have been worse if I'd been training for 5 years with the very real hope of an Olympic medal in the finals tomorrow. Imagine being incapacitated the day before by a Blueberry Muffin or was it that Tuna sandwich? from the motorway services. Either way it's difficult to know exactly how ill one is. "How do you feel"? Well particularly ill if I think of Tuna sandwiches...

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