Sick sick sick

I've been down for the count due to very annoying cold that has turned into laryngitis. I came down with it before leaving for Baton Rouge, but I thought it was just allergies. Boy was I wrong. At the end of my first workshop I had completely lost my voice and all I wanted to do was curl up into a little ball and roll away. So, after a miserable night in Hotel Ghetto, I had to go back to the computer lab and 'tell' (more like whisper) the students who showed up for the workshop that class was rescheduled for May. Many of them had driven up the day before for the workshop from New Orleans, and had stayed overnight, so were therefore a little testy about class being canceled. But most were sensible and realized that I had not lost my voice intentionally, so were very nice and understanding.

So I get to go back to Baton Rouge week after next (this time will not be booking at Hotel Ghetto again), and will get to drink more Community Coffee (yum) and maybe eat some scrimps.

What sucks about all this is that I've not been able to run since Tuesday (hey folks, my snot is bright yellow and I still feel like turds), so not sure how to handle next Sundays 8 mile run.

And you know, it occurred to me recently that I started to feel oogey the day after my 6 mile run. What does that mean? Does running make me sick?

Maybe I should just give up running, blow off the Peachtree race, and instead head up to Washington instead for Willie's Annual Fourth of July Picnic.

Okay, not really (just wanted family members to momentarily freak out). Hopefully, he'll live another year and I can go to his picnic some other time.

I hate being sick.