I feel like I need to mention that one of the (very few) positive side effects of being mildly (but not quite destructively) sick for most of January was that it gave me an excuse to sit prone in front of the television most evenings (all in the name of cooperating with the mucous-based intelligence that had taken over 47% of my cranium). As a result, I was able to find the many, many, many hours necessary to finish binge-watching all nine seasons of The Office, front to back, fully and completely, concluding last night with the finale. There is something to be said about enjoying a show over the span of nine years, letting it quietly become part of the background noise of your life, growing and changing with characters and watching their story play out in a believable timeframe. There is also something to be said about watching (about) 75 hours of that same show compressed into the timeframe of about 7 weeks and let those same characters become your only source of passive entertainment, filling your mind, heart, and dreams, and causing you to view the world through their perspective. Whatever can be said about that is probably not very positive, though. Now, can anyone recommend a good detox program(me)?
The rule of thumb for runners is that if the cold is above your neck, run. If it’s from your neck, down… rest. This one is definitely in my lungs. I’ve been off for nearly a week (and I probably shouldn’t have run hills last Thursday!) Of course, I’m going a little stir-crazy. But now, stuck at home coughing and hacking up a lung –maybe literally– I’m yearning to get better so that we can start our speed training on this coming Thursday. Rest, rest, rest. The best medicine is still medicine, but rest is good, too. Though it probably doesn’t help that I’ve been watching “House MD” on Netflix… talk about turning you into a couch-potato hypochondriac!