It's funny how you can feel so victorious and determined to beet the flu bug one day and feel so small and pathetic the next. That was me this morning, in all my glory. I spent about an hour just groaning in bed, wishing someone would put me out of my misery.
I absolutely abhor being sick! This past week, I fit in one 3-mile run and a 2-mile waddle/run. It wasn't pretty. And now despite my stomach upset, I'm dying for a good run where I can think and zone out all at the same time. Running keeps me sane. I feel so lost without it. :-(
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