Coughing and running (well, at least thinking of running)

I'm trying to write in between fits of coughing my lungs out. My whole row of desks was wiiiiped out this week by this debilitating flu. I spent all Monday trying to motivate to walk a block to the drug store for some cold medicine before finally giving up and having a friend make a quick run for me.

It's no wonder I'm not thinking running, but I've got to. Friday, I registered for the Lehigh Valley Half Marathon. It's the third time I'll be doing this race. I love it cause the start is a mere half dozen blocks from my apartment, and it runs through the parkway, my favorite spot to run.

Last year, I finished with a time of 1:56-1:58ish. That was after my PR in 2005 of 1:50. I hope to match or even beat my PR. Right now, my longest run has been three miles so I've got aways to go.

Life post-dump (ha) has, as you can imagine, has gone on (you said it Al Green: and this whole world will keep on spinning). I'm moving in *fingers crossed* with this nice girl who works for bicycling magazine. Fresh starts are always good. Oh, and so are AMENITIES! I'm "planning" (being told what to do) a fabulous snow ball in March with my girlfriends at our hangout, the Knights of Columbus, and work has been remarkably pleasant (you know, after the odd lay off or six).

I spent all Monday in a delirious state of sleeping/dreaming. It's like someone was running through my mind and visiting all the nooks and crannies of my life, diving into conversations, creating new ones, all realistic. It was odd. It was like fast forwarding through my life. While not entirely unpleasant, I'm trying to sort it out. I think I need a deeper existence. I think that's maybe what I came away with.