Brooke is sick. Appears to be just a common cold, but she is coughing and boogery and it is both gross and sad at the same time. Anyway, she has been showing some signs of being sick for a few days and now today I am getting a bit worried. Not about her, about me. I'm really tired today. And I didnt want to do my run. I decided against running due to the frigid temps and the fact that it felt like a really long day.
And as I continued to sit and think about the guilt I feel not running on a day I planned on running when I am set to run a half marathon in just a few days, I thought about how tired I was. And then I felt like my throat was scratchy. And then I thought ... I have a little bit of a headache.
So either I am making myself think I might be getting sick in order to feel better about the fact that I skipped a pretty important run, or the fact that my sick daughter openly sneezes and coughs in my face, feeds me food right from her mouth, and uses me as a human snot rag has finally caught up with me.