March Blues #CoffeeTalk
Is it Friday yet?
Isn’t it weird how some weeks fly by and others seem to last forever?
I’ve been up since 4:50am. I couldn’t sleep because of this nasty cold I’ve managed to contract from my daughter, so I got up, made coffee, and watched two episodes of Gilmore Girls. Hey, if you’re gonna be sick, do it right.
We’ve all taken our turns being sick this week. We have some nasty respiratory virus spreading through our house like wildfire. The only one who seems to be immune is my son, which is odd, considering how he used to be the one to get sick at the drop of a hat and ended up on nebulizer treatments almost every fall of his young life. I guess he finally built up his immune system.
My older daughter is home with me today. I had to take her to the doctor yesterday because her asthma is so bad, and my younger daughter was home sick with this crud earlier in the week. Then Paul and I came down with it yesterday. Good times!
I don’t usually get this sick. I forgot how miserable a common cold can be. I never got this sick when I was running. I guess that’s one more reason to be cranky that I can’t run anymore. Add it to the list.
Our lovely spring weather has also disappeared this week, and winter is back with a vengeance. It’s been too cold to get out and walk, and tomorrow it’s supposed to snow, which I suppose is fitting seeing how it’s the First Day of Spring. Yes, this is March in the great Northeast. Ain’t it grand??
We are all counting down the days until we leave for sunny Arizona. Twelve more days until I get to put on a swimsuit and lounge by this pool. It can’t get here fast enough.
Speaking of bathing suits, my sugar detox isn’t going so well this time around. I’m having a hard time sticking to it. Instead of getting down about it, I just ordered a cute new bathing suit coverup from Zappo’s. I will only have to take it off if I decide to get into the pool, right??
In other news, my foot is actually feeling better. I almost hate to say it. I am not superstitious, but so far, every every time I’ve thought I was on the mend, something else has happened. I’m so glad I didn’t get that injection, and I REALLY hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying so.
I’m terrified of doing something to set me back or further injure myself, so I’ve been taking it super easy and trying oh-so-gradually to get back to walking so I will be able to keep up with the family when we’re in Arizona in two weeks. I can now walk a half mile without pain. Yay, me!
It’s hard to imagine I was running 8, 9, and 10 miles without a care in the world just two years ago. To be excited about walking — not running, but WALKING — a half a mile seems ludicrous, but that’s where I am, so I’ll take it.
If I sound down and out, I’m not. I’m feeling pretty optimistic about life in general at the moment. The weather will turn around eventually, this virus will pass, Paul and I have a date night planned for Saturday night, I get to go on vacation in a couple of weeks, and barring any unforeseen complications, I will be walking like a normal person and wearing cute shoes. Oh, and the cleaning lady comes today. So life is good!
What’s going on in your neck of the woods?