Crappy day, go away.
I barely slept last night due to a sudden onslaught of snot. Honestly, I felt like I was drowning in mucus all night. Yes, I know that's gross. I'm sorry. My alarm went off before 6am so that I could get up and get ready to go to East Lansing for the Michigan/MSU game with Andy. Now, the last thing I wanted to do was go anywhere but back under my comforter to sleep the day away. But I went. And it was cold. And it rained on us. And Michigan lost. And I've been absolutely miserable all day with this god awful cold that has rocked me like an unexpected tsunami. It's not even 8:30pm and I'm already in bed, ready to pass out.
Did I mention that I'm supposed to be running in my big 5k tomorrow morning? I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to do it if I'm still feeling this horrible. My nose is running like a faucet and I feel like a Mack truck has backed over me about twenty times. But I won't give in yet. Andy and my mom think that I should skip it. But I feel like if I skip it that I've failed. I don't know what to do. And I'm too exhausted right now to think straight enough to figure it out. Right now I'm hoping beyond hope that I miraculously wake up feeling peachy keen again. Everyone send some mega good vibes this way if you don't mind.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 186
Crappy day, go away.
I barely slept last night due to a sudden onslaught of snot. Honestly, I felt like I was drowning in mucus all night. Yes, I know that's gross. I'm sorry. My alarm went off before 6am so that I could get up and get ready to go to East Lansing for the Michigan/MSU game with Andy. Now, the last thing I wanted to do was go anywhere but back under my comforter to sleep the day away. But I went. And it was cold. And it rained on us. And Michigan lost. And I've been absolutely miserable all day with this god awful cold that has rocked me like an unexpected tsunami. It's not even 8:30pm and I'm already in bed, ready to pass out.
Did I mention that I'm supposed to be running in my big 5k tomorrow morning? I honestly don't know if I'm going to be able to do it if I'm still feeling this horrible. My nose is running like a faucet and I feel like a Mack truck has backed over me about twenty times. But I won't give in yet. Andy and my mom think that I should skip it. But I feel like if I skip it that I've failed. I don't know what to do. And I'm too exhausted right now to think straight enough to figure it out. Right now I'm hoping beyond hope that I miraculously wake up feeling peachy keen again. Everyone send some mega good vibes this way if you don't mind.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 186