I’ve been dealing with an annoying little cold for the past week.

I woke up last Monday and I could feel it coming on, but Tuesday when I woke up, the brunt of it had hit.  My throat was totally closed off, my sinuses were clogged and my temp was up 4-5 degrees.  Nothing near the flu (*Thank you flu shot…) but still not fun to have.  In the past week it just hasn’t gone away, even today.

*Side note- that jumbo, combo box of Dayquil/Nyquil that I bought months ago with a coupon at walmart – TOTALLY coming in handy this week.*

Sickness aside, what really gets me is that I’ve been unable to run, or work out, in that entire time.  With traveling that makes ten straight days of no aerobic activity, which is driving me CRAZY!

No running, no lifting, no anything.  I’m dying to get back into a routine, especially with a race only 2  weeks away, but it’s hard to do when I can’t breathe and I’m sneezing all the time.

This post doesn’t have a real purpose other that to vent my frustrations and reflect on the changes that a year can make.

I started running in December 2010 and that first day was PAINFUL.  I kept telling myself to appreciate the small milestones each time I met a new goal.  Looking back, a year later, the change is incredible.  Not just physically (down 13 pounds and 7 inches) but also mentally.

Running has changed the way I look at the world and everything in it, and I encourage anyone who thinks that they can’t do it – that they can’t be a runner – to try it for one year.  If you’re not hooked on it by then, then find something else, but my hunch is that it will change your world, too.