I haven’t blogged in a few days and it’s making me slightly crazy.

I need to do a recap of my 18-miler (thanks for the nudge, Courtney), tell the tale of my near-death experience this morning with an SUV, complain about all the registrar duties I’m “voluntarily” buried under and give cute little reports on all the hilarious, adorable, annoying and absolutely frustrating things my children have done…but I’m sick. My head feels like it weighs 1,000 pounds….999 of which are snot. Seriously, I have been constantly blowing my nose for two days. The mistake is that I tried to convince myself that this was allergies and not the super crappy cold that Kyle has been toting around for over a week. When I woke up at 4:40 for an 8 mile run, I didn’t heed caution to the sandpaper in my throat, the itchy ears, the stuffy, foggy head…no, I took a zyrtec, headed out the door, ran 8.5 miles, and successfully wore myself out to the point of exhaustion. We ran errands all morning…spreading our germs (Kade’s got it too) all over Cleveland (hey, I had to get tissues), and now the kids are sleeping and I’m going to join them as soon as I finish this sentence.