At 6am yesterday morning and put together a “to do” list for the day. I quickly stashed the paper away so as not to lose it. As the day wore on, I couldn’t figure out where in the world I put that stupid piece of paper. I worked and was in mile 4 out of 5 before I remembered where the stupid paper was.
Somewhere around mile 4.25 in a 5 mile run I couldn’t figure out why my chest was all scratchy.
The run itself was a total boneheaded move as I have had a craptastic cough on and off all week and it went all kamikaze on me last night and this morning. During a period of Robitussin reprieve I thought I felt good enough to squeeze a few miles in on my way to picking up the boys from school this evening.
I fought the cough and the cough won. This girl’s gotta remember that running is okay if it’s in the neck and above, but when the cold’s in the chest – keep the running shoes off the toesies.
Luckily Vanilla and Chocolate were down for a snuggle sesh before bed to help make up for the day’s stupidity. Apparently there’s nothing that some nightly nestling from showered and pajamaed 5 year-olds can’t fix.
What have you literally lost “right under your nose”?
When do you know when to run and when to cut it out when you’re under the weather?