I have nothing to report, running wise, because I haven't been running. This is not how I wanted to start my marathon running year. I did 5 miles on Monday and it sucked like a Hoover. I just didn't feel right. I got home and curled up on the sofa under 2 blankets, shivering like crazy. I considered asking Hubby to just shoot me and put me out of my misery, but it would make a terrible mess on the carpet and he would have a lot of trouble explaining his actions to the authorities ("Honest, officer, she asked me to do it!"). I finally feel better this morning, although I still have a really nasty cough. But the good thing is, this is the first morning that I've felt that compulsion to run. I resisted-I'm not going out until my cough is better.
We've had incredible weather lately, even for California. It's been in the low 80s for 3 days and will continue that way into next week. It's funny to watch the news-the local reports show our beaches full of people enjoying the warm weather, playing in the sun; then the national news comes on and cars are skidding off the icy roads and people are all bundled up in heavy coats. If any of you, faithful readers, can possibly manage it, come to central California. Come right now. Bring shorts and bathing suits and flip flops. You can run in shorts and tshirts, as God meant us all to run.
And finally, to the (enter your favorite expletive here) person who broke into my house and stole my stuff-you stole the chargers for my digital camera and my mp3 player, but you didn't take the camera or the mp3 player. What were you thinking? Now, I can't use either item because the batteries are dead, and I can't ask the insurance company to replace the camera or the mp3 player because you didn't steal them. And the chargers can't possibly be worth anything to you. You are an idiot.