I got a phone call this morning from Norman. He was checking to see if I was ok, because I hadn't posted in 5 days, and my last post was describing how sick I was. How sweet - he thought I was dead. I've made some really great friends in the running community. Good luck this weekend Norman, Mr. Fit Texan!!
I have actually been hiding out in Cozumel. JP and I left last Sunday, and got home late this afternoon. It was nice to get away, but I'm glad to be home. The trip was just a little too slow paced for me. Those of you on my TIR team know I'm NOT a napper. Unfortunately, everyone else there was. I did alot of entertaining myself and talking to strangers.
There really wasn't anywhere to run that I felt very safe. The beach was rocky, and the road, well that was out of the question. I went to the little gym at the hotel a couple of times, but I mostly took the time to try and get well. I am almost back to full strength. Still a lingering cough, but not as intense as it has been. I'm definitely on the downhill side of this crap. Yay!
I missed running though. When I got home I had about 30 minutes before Hannah got home, so I got in a quick 3.5 miles on my road, which will probably be my last run down my road. I had a creepy stalker encounter which resulted in a neighbor escort on the run home. Long story - too tired to go into detail tonight. More on that later.
Anyway, I'm home!