When I got home from my swim yesterday morning, my husband came downstairs. The first words out of his mouth? "Can you take my temperature?" Immediately I invisioned a steel cage come from my living room ceiling and trap his germ-infested self right in there. He's got strep.
In case you are harboring any notions that I am nursing my poor, sick husband back to health, let me clear that up. Hell. No. I am staying as far away as possible. If it was acceptable to spray lysol directly in his face, I would probably do it. Because the marathon is 10 days away. No sickness allowed!
I am really excited for the marathon. Working really hard at stifling the negative taper thoughts and picture myself running strong through the streets of Madison!