Miserable

This cold/sore throat that I caught in Oregon sucks.  I felt miserable all weekend but at least I tried to workout.  I figured I'd try to drown the cold by swimming.  Hacking flem underwater just isn't fun.  Boy 2 weeks is a long time to be out of the water because it's like I'm starting over from scratch.  I have 3 months to get it all together in hopes with staying on the feet of Orion in Florida.

I tried to run 4 miles on Friday but it was more of a hobble than run as the knee is still trashed.  I get a solid 3 months of training then I get injured.  Although, I thought I figured it out this time.  I wish I could blame the brutal 14.5 mile run with Don's friends but my knee was screwed up before I even went to Oregon.

At least as I was hacking and blowing my nose this weekend, Elena was extra nice and good this weekend.  She's becoming more responsible about things like keeping her room clean and picking up her clothes.  She had all her valentines from school on Friday and gave me one.  I'm sure she'll try to keep all her valentines her friends gave her because she's such a pack rat.  I usually have her clean her backpack out when she comes over because it's full of stuff.  Rocks, papers, random receipts from grocery stores, left over bag lunches, etc.  This time she surprised me with a mason jar full of sweet tarts.  She won this at school by coming the closest on guessing how many were in the jar.  I always remember not even getting close on those types of things when I was a kid.  She guessed 230 and there were 266.  She said most people said around a hundred.  So she has a year supply of sweet tarts.

The only good thing about this dumb cold is I've lost 5 lbs.  I rarely eat when I'm sick so it's easy to shed the pounds.  So bye-bye Oregon pounds...