This weekend I did all the right things...
I ate too much icing.
I played with fire.
We threw ball...in the house.
We played outside in our pjs.
I tried to sweat my cold out.
And then Monday morning came when I read this G.
G posted about her experience at the Richmond Marathon this weekend.
I won't be a spoiler so click over there and read it first.
After I read it all I could think was (in an "it's all about me" way) what if I can not kick this cold/flu bug and end up in the middle of "you-have-to-walk-out-because-they-can't-come-in-a-get-you-ville" at mile 20, 32 or 44 and pass out.
Ugh
That can't possibly happen, right? I mean how long can a cold last.
