So, because of my brief illness, I’m a little behind on my mileage. But, I finally got myself in gear and managed to run 20 miles two days in a row. It was hard. Hubz said I was starting to sound like a whiner in my posts. And I was all, So now you decide to read my blog. And judge?! And he was like, Yeah, because you keep writing about me, so it makes me nervous. But this week all you’ve done is complain. And I was like, I was complaining because I had the plague, thank you very much, and all that damn NyQuil you kept feeding me just made me sick and drunk. In fact, I think you were trying to See Jane Run me. And he was like, Whatever that means. And I was all, You know exactly what I’m talking about! That Joanna Kerns movie from the ‘90s where the husband keeps drugging up the wife to keep her submissive and make her think she’s going crazy. And he was all, That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. And the most paranoid. And I said, Of course you would say that. That’s your cover for drugging me. And he was all, With NyQuil? Trust me, if I ever drug you it will be with something that doesn’t make you sing Dancing Queen in your sleep. So annoying. And I said, Quit reading my blog. And he said, My pleasure. But stop whining. And stop writing about me!

So, I am (going to stop whining, not stop writing about him). I ran a lot of miles. A LOT of miles. Especially for a sick person. A sick person who is running at altitude. And getting chased by cats. And I’m doing the best I can, so just get off my back.

Oh, wait. Sorry, I was still arguing with Hubz.

Back to you. And us.

I’m running. I’m lifting. I’m still eating entirely too much candy and too many cupcakes, but I’m back in the saddle, so to speak.

I think I’ve turned the corner on my plague, so by the time I’m back in LA, I should (hopefully) be able to resume my regular training schedule.

But I was lying about not whining.

Please don’t drug me.

Happy Running!

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