|I totally stole this picture from someone else's blog.|
Yeah, I had that last night.
The kids have had the sniffles/runny nose etc, since going back to school. (I'm still of the opinion that it's other peoples dirty, dirty children that spew their germs all over my kids for fun.) That's bad enough, but since I'm practically an irresistible celebrity in my own home, the kids surround me like paparazzi surround George Clooney or Roseanne Barr surrounds a hamburger - there's just no escape.
Since I'm 2 weeks into my training plan for the Half Marathon, there's no way I want to get sick now - the early part of the program is where you lay the foundation for a successful run. So I stuck first with the most powerful weapon in my
|Did over-the-counter drugs make a great movie better? Well, yes.|
I felt better this morning, but the real difference was in my run. I did 5 miles the other day and it felt tough, but good. The 3 miles I did today felt like I was running three times the distance and all uphill. I made it, but let's just say it wasn't a run I want to brag about. I'm going for a 5-miler tomorrow, so my plan today is to fill my body full of Hot Lemon Pharmaceuticals* and rest. (the Wife has been hit by the cold too, so laundry, vacuuming and dishes will be considered "rest" for today.) I'm also using the patented man-strategy of completely denying that I'm even sick, so I think a combination of the three should work out fine.
I'm just hoping tonight's dreams involve someone of the female persuasion - Elwood was cool and all, but I'd really rather my dreams be more about what happens in the backseat (wink wink) that the front.
*Totally wrote "Pharmaceuticals" in one try with no spell-check - writing like a BOSS.