Swollen Lymphnodes

Who, I'd like to know, likes to say the word "lymphnode?" It's not a fun word like "Francisco" or "Supercalafrajelisticexpialadoshus."

Yes, these are the things I think about when I'm I'll, in bed, with painfully swollen lymphnodes.

Today I ran 6.3 miles. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I decided to check out the Saturday running group that runs every Saturday (shockingly) at the local gym. I'd been encouraged to come a time to two before. One invitee said, "We're only going to run 3 to 4 miles, you should come." That was a few weeks ago...

As I rolled out of bed this morning, not feeling well, I told myself, "I can handle a 3 to 4 mile run even though I feel like I have a cement block for a head." I didn't lay out my clothes the night before, so I had to fish around in the dark for them. This marathon in and of itself put me to the gym a frustrated 2 minutes late. Dressed in double layers on top and bottom, ears and fingers covered, I hang out with the other runners until it's time to go.

I don't know at what point I realized that the group was doing a 6.3 mile run, me with my bad head cold and a body that had pushed itself hard at the gym the night before. Perhaps it was when I got to mile four and decided I'd just throw myself in front of the next oncoming car if we had to run up another hill. I ended up dropping back from the lead (faster) group and walked until the second (slower) group caught up to me, then ran with them the last mile or two.

I was really frustrated with myself for not finishing with the lead group, but now that I see just how sick I am, maybe I didn't do as badly as I originally thought.

The group is training for a 26.2 mile marathon come May. I have entertained the idea of joining the marathon, but haven't decided what to do yet. The marathin is in Boise, so maybe I could get some shopping in before the marathon and visit my beloved Panda Express afterwards? I'm sure the group would let me hitch a ride for that!

Anyway....I just realized today that I have two blogs. I can hardly remember that I have one, so to have two was a complete surprise to me.

I've no wit left in me today, so I ought to say uh-do.

If you don't hear from me again, check the country roads for a carcass in running gear, near a hill, with tire marks on the forehead.