This year started out well and then it hit me, the cold that everyone else in the family had already suffered through. By Monday afternoon I could barely breathe through my nose. Tuesday morning I lost my appetite. By Tuesday late afternoon I couldn’t keep my eyes open and went to bed without even trying to eat dinner and slept for 12 hours. All day Wednesday I felt like my head was going to explode – it didn’t! Aren’t you glad I’m still here? (Rhetorical question people.) Another long night of sleep on Wednesday night helped because I started to feel little bit more like a live person on Thursday. (Do you like the play-by-play of my cold?) Friday morning I woke up early and went for a run on the treadmill. It was painful – my throat was raw although I did make it ~3 miles.
Since my run Friday morning wasn’t a walk in the park and my head was still pounding most of the day, I decided to contact Sunday’s volunteer coordinator for the race I was planning on running. The coordinator doesn’t know where they need help, but she is going to find something for me to do. So, instead of racing 3 miles, I’ll be helping where I’m needed.