Under the Weather

I’ve been feeling under the weather for the last several days. I thought I was getting strep, but then my throat cleared up and I’ve just been feeling nasty in general.

Wish this guy was around to take care of me again…

And this time, I’d be sure to slap on some perfume and maybe a layer of make-up or twelve.

I’ve slept for approximately fifty-two of the last forty-eight hours. I know it seems un-possible, but I assure you it’s not. It’s a simple matter of finding a glitch in the space-time continuum and then, upon discovery, falling asleep in said glitch.

Now, I would like to point out several things related to my current state of infirmity:

--Fact: I went for a run/walk (mostly walk) on Monday night in an effort to start building up to something resembling a distance run.
--Fact: My silly friends keep running races and I’ve started feeling bad about myself, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
--Question: Was I ill before running? Answer: No, I was not.
--Question: Was I ill after running? Answer: Indeed, I was.
--Conclusion: Running caused my illness. Along with my friends who made me feel bad about myself in the first place.

I think these so-called friends owe me an apology. I accept apologies in the form of chicken noodle soup, gift cards to Banana Republic, and ice cream. My throat is still burning a bit, after all.

I’m sad that I have to give up running (due to the strain it’s putting on my otherwise good health, Dr.’s orders, I swear) because I just bought an arm-band running thingy so that I can listen to the tunes on my iPod whilst in motion. It was purchased with the hope that it would make me look legit to the other running folk. Now if I could just manage not to stop every 15 feet for a “breather,” I’d really be believable. But I’m halfway to legit with the music armband, so that’s something.