Pity, party of One?

I know, it's a little weird that I'm leaving for THE HAPPIEST RACE ON EARTH in 48 hours and I haven't blogged one bit about how out of my mind excited I am.

I really am out of my mind excited, really and truly.

But I'm a sick sick sicko. And it's a big, big bummer. I've been kind of out since Wednesday, and haven't run since I bailed mid-way through lame-o crappy run on Tuesday (I'm no longer wondering why that run was so crappy).

That's Tuesday OF LAST WEEK. It's officially a week PLUS since I've run.

I really know how to taper. I'm a pro, yo.

So I've been lazing around, taking it easy, hydrating, etc. I went to work Monday, but it sucked, so I didn't go yestereday. I took a long walk, hoping that would pep me up, but it sucked and made me EXHAUSTED.

I took some medicine, which alternately made me groggy and feeling pukey and FAMISHED (weirdest combination of side effects EVER), but it DID stop the pounding headache and incredible stuffy-headed feeling, so that was nice.

Hopefully, things are looking up, and I think I feel a bit better today, but man, so exhausted.

I guess it's really tiring laying around watching Law and Order on Netflix all day, for days and days and days.

So, I'm really excited, I leave Friday morning, and I can't wait to see Becka and L and Dee and my favorite places in the world and spending Sunday and Monday with my parents.

If I can manage to stay awake for all of the excitement, that is.

Yawn.

Also, I hope my body hasn't forgotten how to run. It won't, right?