If I were a religious man, I’d say God was trying to tell me not to run a marathon.  First it was my foot.  It felt better just as my knee started hurting.  That’s finally feeling better, but now I’ve got the flu.

I was stuffy yesterday, but I got up to run 8 miles with Richie this morning anyway.  I felt great during the run, but almost as soon as we were finished, my entire body started to ache and I just felt like crawling into bed.  Unfortunately, it was one of those rare days where I absolutely could not skip work, so I sat like a zombie all day.  I’m going to bed early tonight and not waking up in the morning until I’m good and ready to wake up.  Hopefully, I can sleep this off.