photo taken: 10.45am, fifteen minutes ago.
Gastro is passing through our region like a horrible, vomit-strewn nightmare. Riley got a little dose last week, but nothing like what Keira and I copped on Sunday.
We’re still in bed today, see? (Although, by her eating cake, you can tell things are on the mend. I’m sure Marie Antoinette would’ve prescribed cake for medicinal purposes too.)
Today is also the official beginning of my marathon training. Or it was supposed to be. I don’t think I could walk six minutes at the moment, let alone six kilometres, which is what my sheet tells me I should be doing.
It’s extremely aggravating, but I’ll get by.
I’m posting this today for a couple of reasons. First, and most important, is because I’d like to draw your attention to the fundraising page. If you could spare a few dollars for Motor Neuron Disease research (forget about me), that would be amazing. I will be making occasional reminders over the next couple months, so it’s okay if you forget now. The other reason is to give fair warning to those of you who might be friends with me on Facebook and I post my running check-ins via Runkeeper. I know these kind of updates really irritate some people, and I won’t do every one, but they do help me keep honest and motivated. And I’ll need that, I really will.
Because I’m nervous! That’s a good sign, right? It means I’m committed.
Here’s the link again: Everyday Hero.
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