Elusive "Rest"

I'm sick.

I hate being sick. That being said, I find it horribly unfair that I catch bugs so easily and Bill never gets sick. And by never I mean only once every five years or so, just to prove that he is, in fact, human. We discussed the whys and wherefores of my weak constitution and his strong one. My pet theory is that I am surrounded by mini germ factories for 9 months of the year. His favorite theory is that he grew up in a 'less sterile' environment, and thus developed a stronger immune system over the course of his childhood. Maybe both are valid. Not that it helps. I'm still sick. Phooey.

I stayed home from church today to 'rest'. You ever wish on one of those busy work days that you could just take a nap? It seems like it would be so nice to just sleep the afternoon away. I just can't seem to do it. My brain refuses to shut off during daylight hours. So I sat around all day watching old episodes of Bones on Netflix.

Yesterday I did manage to force myself to the gym for a 5K workout, despite the fact that this cough is steadily working its way into my lungs. I am supposed to do a 9 mile run tomorrow. I hope my lungs will cooperate.

I'll let you know how it goes.