I’m now pretty much officially at the end of three straight weeks of this darn head-cold.
I’m managing, medicating, and dealing with the unpredictability of this stupid illness, mostly, but there is this lingering bit of congestion that is holding me back. And yet, the darned cold doesn’t seem to be going anywhere very fast. Just like me.
So, running along on a gentle night run had be feeling a bit bagged. Tired. Slow-ish.
My crew showed up a bit late, so we ended up missing the main group and doing our own meandering route around the old standard loop, fending off traffic and fighting back the chill of the quickly dropping temperatures.
We did a quick not-quite-seven, then retreated inside for some hot tea and friendly chat. But my feets are still a bit cold, even a couple hours later.