My mother is the most amazing woman ever. I mean, I don't know how she does it. She's ol'school. Oh, and her hair was as curly/bouncy as ever. The fever made her flush in a girly fashion and she was matching from head to toe. I mean, I feel like I had pus coming out of my eyes and my hair was half straight, a quarter balding, and the rest curly. My nose was flaky and I stank of death. I... admire my mother.
Anyway, thanks to her care, I finally felt good enough and could breathe enough to go out for a run. I skipped yoga, pilates and yesterday's steady run. I did 30 something minutes outside at 81* and took my dogs. B/c everyone should suffer.
|"How are you going to run if you can't breathe?" - The Hubby (silly hubby)|
I'm so glad I made it home. I took a shower and cleaned off the remaining virus/cold/flakes of my almost dead body and I think we made it!
I think we have finally crossed the line and we're all OK. Dear God, I'm a whimp but I already knew that. Now you do, too.