May 10, 2012 by CJ
It’s time for you to go. You crept up on me sometime this past Saturday. You invaded me while my guard was down. I thought all the sneezing was because of allergies. But by Sunday morning, I knew it was more than that. You’ve made my eyes hurt, throat raw, body ache and head pound. I spent Sunday freezing and sweating at the same time. Does that even sound right? Why would you do that to
someone? Because of you, I had to leave my daughter’s track meet early and miss a day of work. I’m fearful I may not run the Preakness 5k this Saturday and my husband had to do laundry. That may not sound like a big deal to you, but I’ll be honest, I’m afraid to look in my laundry room. There’s no telling what he did in there.
It’s Thursday and I am still feeling run-down and beat up. Isn’t this enough? Isn’t it time for you to move on and harass some other person? I’m supposed to run 10 miles in a few weeks and I need to get back to training. Not taking my morning run is leaving me in a daily bad mood. Who knew I needed the 5am run so much? Please leave. Take your nasty, hacking cough, endless runny nose, and aching head with you. All I ask in return is that you leave me my energy, my strength, my umph I need to get up and run again.
Another flu victim