Saturday

So, I'd intended to get up this morning and go up to Monte Sano for a road race, but I didn't.

I'd gone to bed last night at 7:15 pm with a bad headache, and when I got up this morning it still felt like all my sinus cavities were stuffed with cotton. Just wasn't raring to go.
However, I did manage to eventually get started on my day:
Have had my coffee and vitamins
Finished a book I was reading
Start edto pick up the living room (so I can have room to lay out my quilting project)
Walked up to Bridge Street and back
Bought a picture book for Desmond (Jumanji, with a CD of Robin Willimams reading the story) and a Scifi paperback for myself
blogged this post
and it's only a bit after 11 am; if I'd gone to the race I'd probably just be getting home again now.

So, I do feel bad for being a running wuss, but I guess I don't feel too bad because it's turned out to be a fairly productive morning anyway.