I Believe in Chicken Soup

Peeps, I have been so. sick. It wasn’t the flu this time; it was a cold and allergy combo. The bad part was that I could only medicate for one of the two problems, and I chose unwisely, I guess. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t think. It was a great way to end the week before spring break.

I went to the doctor when it descended to my chest and I felt like I was wheezing. Luckily, she said she felt I could kick it myself without antibiotics. When I asked her about my long run the next day, she said the biggest problem would be the cold air hitting my lungs and advised me to dreadmill it. What I heard was, “Whaa--waa-waa. . .You can run,” so when Mandy asked me to run part of her 18-miler with her on Sunday morning, I was all Sure! What can go wrong?

Want to know the answer to that question? Want to know whether I made it through my long run or whether I coughed up my lungs? Click here to read the full post.

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