Congratulations, Universe, you win (again) (as always)

So, in 8 days I'll be running a marathon (because I'm crazy) (and like torture) (and am really just a show off).

Since the start of 2010, I have been 150% more dedicated to my training than I was in 2009. Which is awesome pants, if you ask me (and, by reading my blog, you did in fact, ask me). Of course, 26.2 miles is a long freaking way and anything can go wrong anywhere along there. Trust me, I know.

So, I've been trying to get good solid runs in and good strength training, etc. I'm feeling strong, confident (but not overly so--I'm still scared to death!) and good. Which had made me just that much more exicted about running in general. Which is the point, right? Right.

Until Wednesday night.

When I got hit with mystery illness 2010. (it's actually the same thing that haunted me in 2009, but, it's now 2010, so....)

And a cold.

I spent the entire day in bed yesterday (and there was nothing good on TV. I can only watch curling for so long--why I have missed the ski jumping events is a mystery) except for the 20 minutes that I thought it would be a good idea to go for a run in my new Brooks tech tee. Because obviously, I need to try it out. (obviously)

Lesson? Do not attempt running whilst hopped up on DayQuil, pain meds and the like. It's not a fun experience. Even if your pace was super speedy, you'll be too sick and generally out of it to enjoy the euphoria.

(but the tech tee totally rocked)

So, I didn't get my miles for the week and I'm still sick.

Oh well.... Excuse to eat too much and gain even more weight? Yes.

(I swear I'm thisclose to swallowing a tapeworm a la Kelly on The Office) (not really cause that's ick) (maybe I do the Emily Blunt from The Devil Wears Prada: "Well, I don't eat anything and then when I feel like I'm going to pass out, I eat a cube of cheese") (I'm lactose intolerant) (sure)