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May 24, 2006

YOU Can Control Your Toast

As I was hoping for, today I sound like I'm dying. My voice is raspy and about 2 octaves below where it normally is. The cold that was all in my head yesterday (heh) is now firmly settled in my chest.

The downside of this is that I feel like crap. I'm exhausted - I was up from midnight until 2 a.m. because it felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest. I sound awful, too, what with the hacking up a lung and whatnot. People are looking at me and going, "You're running a race on Sunday?" with this look of doubt in their eyes. I am not what you would call the picture of health. In fact, I gave some serious thought to calling off work today. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that I had some major things to wrap up today before taking the rest of the week off. If I can make it through today, I can sleep through tomorrow.

However, the upside of this is that this is when it stops getting worse. The cold has worked its way as far into my system as it's going to go, and now I just have to kick it out. And I will by Sunday. I've got two days with ahead of me with very little else to do but rest. I've got zinc tablets, and I'm drinking water by the gallon. This is not going to keep me down, by any means.

In non-disease related news, I've made an important decision: my toaster, bread, peanut butter, and honey are all coming to Madison with me. When someone on the TM board first suggested it, I thought they were just messing with me - sitting back, watching the new girl get her first bad case of taper madness, throwing out crazy ideas just to see how far over the edge she's gone. Because, really, bringing a toaster? That's... well, it's certainly non-standard. But then more people started chiming in, and when my hotel roommate voiced her support of the plan, I figured they must be serious. As one woman put it, "YOU can control your toast," and she's right.

The strange thing is, taking control of my toast has actually made me feel much more relaxed about the whole thing. Sure, it could be 90 and humid on Sunday. Sure, trying to hang with the 4:30 pace group could damn near kill me.

Any number of things could go horribly wrong this weekend, but no matter what happens, my toast is taken care of.

Posted by Dawn at May 24, 2006 11:20 AM

Comments

Wow, I would have never thought of that! It sounds like some pretty good advice - why worry about the small things, especially when you can control them (there's a lesson there somewhere). So that's one less thing to worry about, now just go get feeling better and you'll be all set! Once again, good luck!!!

Posted by: Heath at May 24, 2006 02:08 PM

it's like zen and the art of toasting.

toast and pigtails...how can you fail?

Posted by: jeff at May 24, 2006 03:11 PM

May the toast gods be with you. Have a great race and I hope our colds will be finally gone!!!

Posted by: Dawn (aka Pink Lady) at May 27, 2006 07:27 PM