Nothing like being sick to make you remember how awesome it is to not be sick. Ugh...I feel like roadkill, like death warmed over, like swine flu x 10. I must have Ebola or something. It hit hard it hit fast. I went to the YMCA yesterday for a 3 mile run (at 8:30/mile pace). I felt fine. Nothing to warn me of my impending illness. That was at 1:30. I went about the rest of my day and by 9 PM I was achy and icky. So here I am, a day on the couch with three blankets, chicken noodle soup, chocolate milk, OJ, and drugs.....Hopefully I will wake up and feel fine tomorrow! After all I have a 12K coming up in 12 days and I need to do some running!
I am done whining and feeling sorry for myself, for now.
Today I am grateful for:
Our law enforcement and their commitment to keeping our communities safe.
Happy Running Friends! Stay warm and stay healthy!