I think I might be getting a cold -- or something. My head has been stuffy for two days, my colon has been doing jumping-jacks, and my easy 3+-mile run this afternoon felt almost tough at times. Normally I wouldn't care too much: a couple of days off from running and/or work would bring some much-needed rest time even if the cause were a head full of bad-tasting crud. But I have a race Saturday morning -- a race that I will still run as long as I am not feverish, but that I dread like hell running while sick. It is an 8k for a local battered women's shelter, and even though they already have my money, I will do it even if I have to hang back and pace my wife. That is always an option, one that I wouldn't really mind; but if I can make a race of it, I will.
For now, I've taken a couple of shots of Zicam up each nostril and resolved to fight the illness with all the mental and physical energy that I can muster. I just wonder how much that might be at this point.
