Fever in the Morning, Fever all Through the Night

All of those big plans I had for the long weekend were ruined when I woke up Friday morning with a screaming sore throat. Though I'm not certain, I do believe I can blame the weather at the Turkey Trot for the cold I have. It was so cold that morning that when we hit the first water stand, my cup was an ice slush and it hurt like hell to drink. Seriously, it was the coldest 4 miles of my life. My time wasn't what I'd hoped but I blame a few things...1) the 47 layers I was wearing weighed me down and caused quite a bit of drag, 2) my lungs couldn't process the frozen air and 3) half of the 8000 people at the race were walking and it made getting a decent pace going kind of hard. (Ok, so #3 is a total cop out because every race is like that but still...)

My cousin Dawn and I took a picture before the race started when we were still warm which is why we look happy.

You'll note there is no after picture. This is because frostbitten faces don't photograph too well.

So anyway, I woke up Friday morning feeling like poo so I made some chamomile tea with honey and crawled back into bed. No Black Friday shopping for me...unless you count a few on-line purchases. And this dumb cold also thwarted my plans to go skiing this weekend. Stupid cold. I'm thinking about venturing out for a while today to join the land of the living although I'm nervous about my ability to communicate because my voice is almost totally gone. For a girl who started talking at 10 months old (and by all accounts from my family, never stopped) not having the ability to speak is quite traumatic. I can kind of talk today but I sound pretty awful. You know how when some girls get sick, they get that cool raspy, sexy voice thing going on? Not me. I sound like Animal from the Muppets. Anyway, I'm sure the 16-year-old kid/barista at Starbucks this morning was charmed by the sweet sound of my voice. Or perhaps it was the smell of my Nyquil breath. Maybe it was the phlegm-rattling cough. It's hard telling when you're as smokin' hot as I was this morning. I was working my sweats and baseball cap for all they were worth. I'm certain that's why he added extra foam to my latte.