Runsicle

When I got home from work it was still daylight out, so I decided to get a quick run in while the sun was still peeking out. I hate treadmills, and they hate me. I'm uncoordinated so any time I get on one I say a prayer.

Anyway, growing up in North Dakota we used to run outside for gym, whatever the weather. Snow on the ground? Run. Snowing? Run. 5 degrees below zero? Bundle up and run.

But we were also young, and unable (unwilling?) to comprehend how damn cold that was. And we were fairly fearless, and just did as we were told. Survived. No harm done.

Now I'm an old fuddie, and 24 degrees is effin cold. I wore my Sugoi thermal tights, mockneck and half-zip, wool socks, a fleece ear warmer and a thermal skullcap, and two pairs of thermal gloves.

The only places on my body that were uncomfortably cold were my face and my left thumb.

Wha?

My face was mostly uncovered, that's on me. Balaclava next time.

But my thumb? I called my mom to see if I'd ever had frostbite or something close to it growing up. I don't remember, she didn't either but it seems that I may have, due to the sensitivity of my thumb.

That's never happened before.

Guess I gotta break out the ski gloves, 'cause I'm not forkin over dinero for a third pair of gloves.

Weirdness.

Either way, I got a solid three miles in. Bam.

Kickin' it, new school

It could be because I am finally feeling better and snot-free after almost two weeks of fighting the upper respiratory crud that everyone seems to be passing around.

It could be for the awesomely encouraging text I saw when I woke up.

Or maybe because I shut down last night at 9:00, head on pillow and alarm set for 5:00 a.m. so I could guarantee at least 8 hours of sleep.

Either way, I busted out my fastest run this morning.

3 miles in 29:38.

I like this.

Jumped the gun

Turns out, allergies are not the culprit of my snot-making factory of a head.

I have something akin to a cold, but worse. Guess there's some crud creeping around, and it landed in my respiratory system.

How do I know? I have to force myself to eat something as I have no appetite, I feel very run down, all I want to do is take a hot bath and when I do get the least bit hungry all I want are Spaghettios w/meatballs. Gross, I know. It's a kid thing.

Stayed in bed for the better part of the day. Thanks to Benadryl, I got some sleep, but had crazy dreams. A stagecoach, a water gun and an old boyfriend all made an appearance. Did I mention it took place in a fictional hamlet that invades my dreams quite often?

Bummed to be missing Sebadoh tonight. Saw them last year, they put on a superb live show.

Buggers.