I think I have something called the stomach virus. Nine miles on schedule today and none is done. It doesn't help that the tummy feels empty and I'm generally "limpy" and "soft" all over.
Two thoughts dominate my mind as I lay in bed, blogging from my phone.
1) I need to run the 9 miles.
2) Drinking wine should help, right? Wine has alcohol right, and alcohol kills cooties.... See where I am going with this?
Ugh. I'll go sleep.