February 12, 2005

I finally managed to force myself onto a regular sleep schedule, got to bed around nine or ten last night, and woke up around eight or nine this morning. Unfortunately, while I was asleep, I think someone snuck into my bedroom and poured qwik-set concrete into my sinuses while his accomplices took turns sandpapering my throat and pounding nails into my forehead. God dammit. I've had a bit of a scratchy throat and sniffles for the last couple days, but it seems like my little nasal visitors have come into full bloom this morning. I'd stay up tonight with the shotgun to catch those fuckers if they decide to come again, but we've got to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning to get to the marathon start on time and whatnot. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it. Even if I'm not still totally sick, I've been way off the training schedule, and I'd probably be walking about twenty of those miles. We'll see what happens. Bernie has been a badass the whole time, though, and she's probably going to be able to run the whole way. I'm not sure yet if I don't make it tomorrow if I want to try for the next one - this whole running twenty or thirty miles a week thing is like hard and stuff. On the up side, I've dropped fifteen or twenty pounds in the process, so, woo. Now, more drugs and tea.

(February 12, 2005 11:12 AM)
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