Entries for the Sydney Half-Marathon are now open… and I just signed up. I’m scared sh*tless about the time cutoff. I was only able to run once last week, which was disappointing since I’d managed to stick to three times a week since Christmas. I told myself that I’d be better off resting and fighting off this virus than weakening myself and making it worse. Anyway, I’m committed now so there’s no backing out. (Also, it’s now been five days since my last Diet Coke. The Snook joked on the weekend that my flu symptoms were actually DTs from the withdrawal.)

A quiet kind of weekend…
At 6:30 on Thursday night, while I was knitting away at the TC SnB, I suddenly felt dizzy. Like, my head started spinning. I soldiered on for the last half hour, but it didn’t go away. Maybe low blood sugar? I ate a few cookies from the office before heading home, but that didn’t help. I felt like I had vertigo. I went to bed early and slept about ten hours, but the feeling was still there the next morning. Friday afternoon I went to my doctor to get my monthly allergy shot, and he took one look at me and said, “You’re coming down with a virus.” Crap. I suppose it stands to reason; both Miss Fee and Bex have been sick recently, and I’ve hugged them both in the past week. “So what can I do to minimize the impact of this?” I asked. “Go to bed. Cancel everything this weekend and just rest.” YES, SIR! Consider it done…