When I was writing my running goals the other day I hadn’t factored in getting sick.
Eloise and I caught colds off D and they started out like normal colds do. But then bam! We were both down for the count. Trust me, nothing sucks more than having a sick baby than being sick at the same time yourself. We are such a sad pair at the moment. Poor Eloise has had to go on medication for her hacking cough, and I feel like the Atlantic Ocean has taken up residence in my eyes, nose and chest.
I haven’t been running since Sunday – although I had intended to on Tuesday but was thwarted by rain. It’s just a nasty head/chest cold, but I have zero energy. I have a bad history of developing pneumonia (a legacy of getting pneumonia as a child) so I have to treat myself with kid gloves whenever I get a cold. Anyway, I’m doing as little as possible and trying to be kind to myself so I get better faster. In between caring for Eloise I’ve been doing little more than lying on the couch watching TV shows. I’d like to think I look like this:
But in reality I look more like this:
Oh well. There’s always tomorrow for my next run.