I didn't have a cold. I had the bona fide flu. That's what Webmd says, anyway. Fever, headache, achiness, stuffy nose, etc.
Needless to say I haven't run since Monday. I'm looking forward to a five miler at lunch tomorrow (as long as I can get to work early enough to take a long lunch!) and maybe running it outside!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Am I Prophetic or What?
I'm so sick of it all I actually got sick. UGH. I have the worst head cold. I stayed home for two days and it feels like little needles pricking into my head all over, and in my ears. Yesterday I had a temperature of 100.4.
Needless to say I'm not getting my runs in this week. I'm still attempting the 8 miler on Saturday, though. The weather has been so beautiful I can't resist trying!
Needless to say I'm not getting my runs in this week. I'm still attempting the 8 miler on Saturday, though. The weather has been so beautiful I can't resist trying!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sick of it All
I'm just sick of it all. The snow. The cold from hell that I've had for three weeks. The primaries. The state budget crisis.
I'm done.
Finished.
No, wait. I need to rant.
The snow needs no explanation....
The cold from hell is a cold my family has had for three weeks, at least. We have all had various phlegm attacks and mine's just getting good. I sounded like I was hacking up a lung or something in the office and decided I needed to get out of there early. I even missed our parenting class tonight. I would have coughed all the way through it.
I have had enough of the primaries and people letting their emotions get the best of them. This is not the Super Bowl. We are deciding who will be the leader of the free world. It's not pretty, but it's politics. I'm a Democrat, but I'm tired of the downhill slope our primaries are taking from everyone saying we have two equally good candidates to calling one a monster and the other a babe in the woods and having candidates (and their cult) cry foul for the slightest criticism. Even liberal talk radio hosts have lost it. I didn't drink the Obama koolaid, and my position on the matter is summed up with this vignette. But I have a life to lead, and my kids don't want to hear me whine about the election. So I'm done talking about it and listening to the news and radio hosts and even my colleagues. When it's time to vote, I'll vote. End of story.
Finally, I'm done worrying about the state budget. I'm a state employee, and the talk of budget cuts in our department by way of abolishment of positions has me worried for myself and my office. I can't escape the speculation and the emails lacking much detail from upper management regarding next steps. I will just have to wait and see what happens and take it day by day, and ignore those around me who either are in denial or are in a panic.
Instead, I'll worry about something much more important - what will I do if I have to pee during the five hours I am running the marathon in October? I hadn't thought about it until a Runner's World email newsletter brought the issue to light. And how in the heck am I going to run for FIVE HOURS? This is what keeps me up at night. Tee hee.
I'm done.
Finished.
No, wait. I need to rant.
The snow needs no explanation....
The cold from hell is a cold my family has had for three weeks, at least. We have all had various phlegm attacks and mine's just getting good. I sounded like I was hacking up a lung or something in the office and decided I needed to get out of there early. I even missed our parenting class tonight. I would have coughed all the way through it.
I have had enough of the primaries and people letting their emotions get the best of them. This is not the Super Bowl. We are deciding who will be the leader of the free world. It's not pretty, but it's politics. I'm a Democrat, but I'm tired of the downhill slope our primaries are taking from everyone saying we have two equally good candidates to calling one a monster and the other a babe in the woods and having candidates (and their cult) cry foul for the slightest criticism. Even liberal talk radio hosts have lost it. I didn't drink the Obama koolaid, and my position on the matter is summed up with this vignette. But I have a life to lead, and my kids don't want to hear me whine about the election. So I'm done talking about it and listening to the news and radio hosts and even my colleagues. When it's time to vote, I'll vote. End of story.
Finally, I'm done worrying about the state budget. I'm a state employee, and the talk of budget cuts in our department by way of abolishment of positions has me worried for myself and my office. I can't escape the speculation and the emails lacking much detail from upper management regarding next steps. I will just have to wait and see what happens and take it day by day, and ignore those around me who either are in denial or are in a panic.
Instead, I'll worry about something much more important - what will I do if I have to pee during the five hours I am running the marathon in October? I hadn't thought about it until a Runner's World email newsletter brought the issue to light. And how in the heck am I going to run for FIVE HOURS? This is what keeps me up at night. Tee hee.
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