Remember that time I ran 10 miles in the cold and rain even though I was sick?
Yeah. About that. That may not have been the wisest thing to do. Things have only gone downhill from there. The last 24 hours have been pretty awful, so I’m hoping that I’ve finally hit bottom and can start working my way back up. I seriously got like two hours of sleep last night. Every time I would start to doze off, I would wake myself up coughing. I gave up on anything just stopping the cough and even tried to just drug myself into slumber with other things hoping to just sleep THROUGH the coughing. No dice. All that did was make for a very loooooong day for me today.
And today was no better. I swear, you guys, my abs, my chest, my back, and all around my ribs are sore from coughing so much. NOTHING has helped. Then today while I was at work I was waiting on one of my favorite little old men and he was all, “Screw them cough drops, you just need some honey!” So on the advice of a wise old-timer, I came home and slurped down a big ol’ spoonful of honey.
And I heard the angels singing.
The effect was immediate. No longer did every breath I inhaled result in that evil tickle in the back of my throat. I was able to utter more than two consecutive syllables without gagging. And it remained that way for about an hour. At the first sign of that familiar irritation, I took another spoonful. That was about 30 minutes ago, and so far so good. I may end up in a sugar coma, but damnit at least I’ll get a good night’s sleep.
NEVER underestimate the older generations and their home remedies!
And in running news… Well, there is none. I haven’t run since Sunday because it’s kind of hard to run while you’re doubled over in a hacking fit. But I am getting geared up for St. Jude anyway (and will try my best to get a few easy miles in tomorrow afternoon). D is coming to Memphis with me, and he won’t be able to leave until that afternoon, so it’s gonna kind of be a mad rush to get to Memphis, get checked in, get to the expo, find some grub, and get in bed at a decent hour. It’ll work out though. Somehow.
I know a lot of you guys are going to be in Memphis, too, so if you see me, yell! I don’t have an epic, highly recognizable outfit planned or anything, but I’ll be the one carrying the honey jar.