The best-laid plans...

I came into the new year committed to upping my training level. Perhaps I was a bit over optimistic given that it's mid-winter and weather is always the X factor when it comes to running on the roads and trails around Boulder. Sure enough, we've had weekly doses of ice and snow which has resulted in multiple days of less than desired mileage and certainly less than desired quality.

This past week, however, winter grunge struck. A ticklish throat had been toying with me for a few days then landed hard as I started in on what was supposed to be a 2-hour run Saturday - hard enough that I turned back toward home 20 minutes into the run. I hoped that giving myself an easy day Saturday (yesterday) would allow me to bounce back quickly from the grunge but, nope, today is even worse...sort of a cold, sort of nauseous, brillo-pad-feeling in my head, and excessive fatigue. Blech. Two miles of running this morning - on more snow - did me in.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm just being a wimp when I call a run short because I'm not feeling tip-top. Today, I'm pretty sure the grunge is the real deal. When I returned home at two miles, I discovered Paul was at our house with cinnamon rolls. Three hours later and my cinnamon roll is still sitting there. Perhaps I should check for my pulse!