That does it. I’m moving to Barbados.

I’m watching the weather and cringing. It seems there’s a winter storm a’brewin’. If I haven’t made it perfectly clear before, I HATE SNOW. And ice. And sleet. And freezing rain. And all that other slippery shit that we get here in the south once or twice a year that sends every little blue-haired lady in the tricounty area running to the The Walmarts to buy a year’s worth of bread and milk. It would be fun if I was an average person with an average job and could just build snowmen and ride the four-wheeler with all the cool kids, but snow makes my job in the delivery industry a lot more stressful.

You know what else snow is not good for? Running! It’s the first week of my official 12-week training program, and guess what! These feet haven’t touched pavement since the race Saturday. I am off to an AWESOME start, eh? I can’t blame solely the weather for my lack of running this week, but I was hoping to have good running weather this weekend. My nonrunning excuse? I started feeling a little achy after Pilates (at least I did get that in this week!) Monday night, but I thought it was just from the workout. By last night, I knew that it was not. Fever, aches, chills, the works. I’m pumping myself full of vitamin C and starting my chicken noodle soup IV tonight because, again, guess what! I have an interview tomorrow! Damn, can I pick a good time to get sick or what? My saving grace is that it’s a telephone interview, so at least I don’t have to worry about coughing, farting, and blowing a snot bubble on my boss all at the same time. I’ve heard that doesn’t make a good impression.