Day 99

Here is how much of a running addict I am: as I was drifting off to sleep last night I was telling myself "You'll go for a run tomorrow. With plenty of gatorade and ibuprofen you'll be fine." The mental image of the smooth grey track and 1970's wall murals were soothing enough help me slip off to sleep.

And then I woke up coughing so hard I thought my tonsils were going to come out. Which then woke up the baby. Let's just say that it was a long night. And I didn't run, or cross train. And it's horrible. I feel like someone has taken a red hot poker and stuck it behind my tonsils. And now the burn is dried out, cracked, and covered in lemon juice. (Vivid huh?)

All that= no running.

But I'm seriously considering going tomorrow. I just can't take not doing it.

And I can't get this wonderful song, and it's great beat, out of my head:


Enjoy lovies!