done in...

After spending most of the week in denial about the fact that I was sick with this wretched bug that has pretty much gotten a hold of everyone I know, I ran the Mercer Island Half Marathon on Sunday. I figured that since I could still breathe through my mouth, I could run and well, my time wasn't great, but I did it.

And now I am so paying the price. I'm going through tissue like there's no tomorrow and my head feels like it weighs about two billion tons or so.

So in the meantime, I have nothing clever or interesting to say. I'm just going back to bed and then try to wake up later with more energy to get some work done. Oh, and to pick up kids and do the whole parenting thing.

Must go blow nose...