This morning was the first morning in 12 days where I woke up and didn't feel entirely like warm turd.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't wake up feeling like unicorns had been kissing me all night, but to wake up and feel even a smidgen like myself was a welcome feeling. I still took two Advil to ward off the small undercurrent of crud I could still feel, but I think I may be on the mend (*knock on wood*).
Coincidentally, the dr. called this morning with the results of my blood test, and it showed that I had nada. No mono. No bacterial infections. Nuthin. So, again, the dr. reiterated that I was probably just fighting a particularly clingy virus.
Incidentally, Jerry said he woke up this morning and felt a little icky. He said his throat was sore. Uh-oh. I hope I didn't pass on the 12 Days of Ick to him! Ah, the gift of marriage: Wherein you get to share EVERYthing.
In the meanwhile, I haven't let this bothersome bug interrupt the streak. Over the weekend, I did my best to rest as much as possible so I just stuck to 1 milers, but today I ran 3 miles, and felt pretty decent.
Today is Day #93. 7 more days and I tie my 100 day streak from 2010! Virus, schmirus! I gots to keep running, yo.