Pathetic

I am not a good sick person.

Greg and I had our Friday morning all planned out.  He was going to pace me to a 10K PR.  My best 10K time is 53:45 and my sweet husband had me paced to run a 53:06. He came up with our route through the neighborhood and all the mile splits for the entire run....9:15, 8:45, 8:45, 8:30, 8:15, 8:00, and 1:36 for the final .2 miles.  As soon as we dropped the kidlets off at school we were hitting the streets and attempting to make me puke.

Before we went to bed last night I was having what I thought was a bad allergy attack.  I took some allergy meds, but it didn't help.  My throat started hurting, and my nose was running like you wouldn't believe.  Yeah, not allergies.

I constantly woke up in the middle of the night with the worst sore throat EVER.  (well, not really, because the kind of sore throat you get after an endoscopy and esophogeal dilation is way worse).  But you get my point.  Massive discomfort all night.

Finally I gave in.  I WAS SICK. And pissed off about it.  Finally got up the nerve to kill myself for a fabulous 10K time and got sidelined at the last possible moment.

To make matters worse, I am supposed to be a volunteer at the Zooma Half Marathon tomorrow in Bastrop.  I got assigned to the finish line even!  But noooooo.....now I'll be at home being pathetic.

If this illness keeps me from my new cowboy boots and Zac Brown Band concert on Sunday night all hell will break loose, I'm telling you.

(On a side note.....GOOD LUCK to all my fabulous friends who I won't be seeing after all tomorrow as they have fabulous races in gorgeous weather on an awesome race route in a beautiful part of Central Texas).

BLAH.