Well, this day went downhill fast.

The cough started last night. I ignored it and set my alarm to run this morning anyway.

I did my first Tempo run of the Hanson’s plan this morning. It was terrible. 5 sucky, sucky miles. But! Look at that! I was first on the Fitbit leader board! That never happens!

Then I showered and went to work. Feeling utterly exhausted, like each step from the car to the door required more strength than I had to give. But I rallied. Or so I thought.

My co-worker had confirmed flu earlier this month. I had outlasted it. But it doesn’t appear that is the case anymore.
I called the doctor and they are giving me Tamiflu and I’m home now, snuggled in my bed.

I really wish someone was here to take care of me, and go pick up my drugs from the pharmacy. Sniff, sniff. I hate being sick! But, at least it explains why my run this morning was so horrible. I was more than a little concerned.

Now, I think it’s time for a nap.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
And two-o-nine is a wonderful friend.

I came home the other day to find the first package waiting for me. Some fabulous new running tights? Yes please! I’m obsessed. The color, the pattern, and they fit perfectly. Brooke knows me.

And then she told me another package would be delivered the next day. Because she spoils me!

I plan on getting fully immersed in Hanson’s…And I can’t wait to read The Oatmeal’s book.

The internet is full of some pretty awesome people. I’m so lucky to know Brooke and Andrew. Sister wives for life!!