Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Pile. Of. Mush.

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That's what I am. A big pile of blehhhhhhhhhhh.

I got out there and ran today, but ran is really sort of a misnomer. Limped, crawled, staggered, and careened are more apt. Be glad that your children were in school, or the effects of viewing that may have been damaging to their young psyches.

Problem: My "allergies" from Sunday were not allergies, but the beginnings of a cold/fever thing that's lasted through today.

My plan this week was again to run every weekday, or at least get in five days, which is still possible, but I had to phone it in on Monday's running. I just couldn't breathe well enough. But today--today was another story. My fever was gone so I had to go. I know enough about myself to know that if I started taking off more than two days at a time, it'd be Quitsville, USA for me.

I got off work early today and the kids were at school, so I asked E if he finally wanted to run with me. I did this because I wanted to spend time with my dude, but it just ended up being embarrassing. The combination of the redonkulous CA heat, my two days off, and my inability to breathe without interference of the phlegm variety necessitated frequent stops and a plethora of wheezes. I was a big fat pile of suck... er, sick.

Pitiful.

The thing is, I'm glad I went. It hurt like a mother, but I went and it's done. I even increased my distance a bit over the last run because we took off once without Cal so we had to loop back to get him. Best part? Getting to run with my E.

Okay. I think I'm going to go back to bed for a while. I have high hopes about finding my bedroom floor tonight under all the laundry; I'm going to need a little recovery time.

Peace.

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