A day (or two or three) in the life of...

Last weekend's 10K was awesome! Usually, I don't run that great along side someone in a race but this time it actually helped my run. At a few different spots on the trail, Cowboy would run up past me to the next crowd cheering point, stand with the crowd and cheer me on, then join back into the race with me. I literally danced through the finish line after sprinting the last bit of the run. Please see evidence of sweet sweet finish line crossing below. Tomorrow we have the Zooooooma Half Marathon though and me thinks there will be no dancing and shenanigans on that run since training wasn't quite proper. * I normally don't buy race pics but this one was so ordered. The whole succession of photos taken of us crossing the finish line can be flipped (cartoon book style) to show my action dancing w/monkey arms waving around from side to side. Excellent.

So, Cowboy picked the wrong week to leave me to fend for myself. I'm paralyzed'ish in parts of the left side of my body. I have shooting pains down my left leg and arm and my lower back is shot. I'm not even exaggerating. After that f'ing Tetanus shot, my bodyd slowly began deteriorating to the point that I was whimpering in my sleep last night each time I moved my left arm and awoke myself with the pain. Did I mention that I don't have full range of movement in my left arm w/out excruciating pain? Because I couldn't get my shirt/bra off last night w/out shooting pain, I just slept in my clothes. I *hate* sleeping in a bra! It's awful, really! So this morning, the pain was worse and I was seriously considering wearing a tube top to work. I did not. Instead I leveraged the bed in order to writhe my way into my shirt and bra. As the day wore on though, I just started feeling crappier. I got the chills, so I ran out to Old Navy to buy a clearance hood...