This is My Cranky Face

I’ve been mulling over this post since Wednesday. I haven’t written it because I’ve been trying not to cough either of my lungs up. I’m rather attached to them, you know.

You know how I said M shared his cold/ick/whatever? I realized Wednesday he did so much more.

If you are a fan of any sport, you know how big superstition is. Obviously, there is a reason a team won’t talk to their pitcher when he’s got a no-no going. Rookie gets his first big league hit? He gets the silent treatment for a bit.

Monday night [before the ick hit], M told me he thought I was doing really well with my running and, unless there were extreme circumstances like being sick, I should try not to skip two days in a row.

You guys. My husband totally jinxed me.

I haven’t run since Monday. I considered trying to do an easy run on Wednesday, but then I started laughing. Which brought on a coughing fit. I’m supposed to fit in a run with my friend Sean this weekend. I sincerely doubt that’s going to happen. Unless Sean wants to drag me home from the park in a body bag. Which, dude, if you’re up for that? I’m so in. [Not really.]

What do you do when you can’t run due to illness?

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