The Agony Continues

This photo pretty much sums up how I feel about winter - and it isn't even here yet . We have snow that is determined to stick around, icy sidewalks, and more coming this afternoon.

My cold is better, but not gone. I feel semi-ok during the day, but wake up about 2am feeling that if I swallow my life will be over. I have to get out of a toasty bed, make tea, let cats in or out, feed said cats if they're coming in, and generally waking right up.

The tea helps with the cough, and I can usually get back to sleep.

My mother keeps telling me to take some Buckley's Mixture which she swears by. Somebody will have to prove to me that I will die if I don't take it, because I got tricked into it once and I will never go back there again. It tastes like turpentine and looks like sperm on a spoon.

UltraDad mentioned in his podcast this week that he thought he saw an 8 day streak for me on Runner+. I don't remember that streak, but it gave me an idea. I'm going to make an attempt to run 'something' every day until the end of the year. 36 days from start to finish - 2 days down. I have no excuses with the treadmill in the basement and if I find myself starting to hurt I'll back off but I don't think it's going to be a problem.

And by the way UltraDad - I'm SIXTY-TWO - not 65!! It's ok - it was nice to be noticed.

Peace Out.

Rough Start to the Week

Last week my throat was scratchy and icky - everything was hard to swallow and I was crankier than my usual cranky self.

I woke up Saturday morning feeling like an elephant was sitting on my chest - and he refused to budge.

I haven't had a chest cold for a long time but I've sure got one now. My cough would wake the dead and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do about it. I've used all my home-made remedies and even a few commercial ones (which I hate to do), but I think colds have their own time frame and there really isn't anything you can do to speed up the process.

I ran 6 miles yesterday and felt like crap all day and well into the evening, but I feel surprisingly better this morning, so I'll probably do a few miles on the treadmill later - once I know I'm in for the day and can soak in a hot tub afterward.

Kelownagirl is responsible for me not laying down and giving in. She started a 30 day exercise challenge at the beginning of the month - do at least 30 minutes of something every day - and I've come this far into the month that I'll have to be dead before I give up. I suppose there's something to be said for being stubborn.

In the meantime, I'm drinking ginger and lemon tea, whining a lot, and trying to convince Dexter that we don't need to go outside for walks on the icy sidewalk. I wonder if anyone has had any success teaching a dog to walk on a treadmill? I know Cesar Milano (dog whisperer) has, but I mean REAL people.

One month until Christmas - I think I'll put the tree up today - nothing like Christmas lights to bring on a good mood.