Sunday, February 11, 2007
Want some cheese with that?
Get some cheese, I've got plenty of whine.
Today is the Sweetheart Run and as it turns out I am DNS, and not very happy about it.
I actually set the alarm, got up, made coffee, and started getting my running clothes out. Husband sat up in bed and asked "What on earth do you think you are doing?!?!"
I responded "Getting ready. I want to go for it."
"That is a very bad idea," was his response. Then he proceeded to lecture me on various points including the fact that I woke up coughing again in the middle of the night. And reminded me that I only managed to get up and move around the house slowly for about 8 hours yesterday before becoming exhausted and heading back to bed. And how nothing good will come from running this race while having bronchitis. And it's just a little local 5K that we were doing for fun, nothing important in my race calendar, and it should really be no big deal if we miss it. And will I please slow down take care of myself for one more day so that I can get healthy.
"Okay, fine, I get it. Go back to sleep, I'll just sit here and sulk."
For some reason I have always had a hard time with missed opportunity. But I guess he's right. And if it were anybody else, I would tell them the same thing.
Now, would you pass me the cheese? And my inhaler? And the cough medicine? Thanks.