Because I haven't had a cold like this in ages, I'm not exactly sure how to act. I'm fidgety, annoyed, bored, tired, cranky, bratty, sick and achy, and I want my mommy to fix me, but I also want to go to the gym, get on the treadmill and sweat this little virus right out of my pores. For the love of everything glittery and shiny, it is July, and no one should have a flippin' cold in July.
I feel like a whiny brat on the playground again, wiping my stuffy nose on my mittens (except that it isn't cold outside, and I'm not wearing mittens because, well it's JULY, have I mentioned that yet? It's July!!!), but the difference between then and now is that as a kid, I ignored colds, and continued to play anyway, behaving like a bad tempered little brat if my mom tried to make me slow down and get well.
When did I start letting colds get the best of me? I nearly wrote that I'm getting old and can't recover as quickly, but I think that isn't true at all (and it would have depressed me into fuzzy-thinking-land had I written that). I'm more than likely realizing that my body wants to be healthy, and it knows banging out a quick 3 to 4 mile run isn't going to fix things. That run will only serve to divert the energy my body needs to heal itself to the energy it needs while I'm running. I can handle that, but seriously no more than today. I really want to spit and pound my fists on the ground right now.
If I can't get back to work tomorrow I'm going to do something drastic, like pull out my personal journals from 20 years ago and make fun of myself until I cry, or pretend my cats are paper dolls (I loved paper dolls as a kid) and start dressing them in scarves and jewelry and put them on little stands while I snap pictures of them, or rearrange Poseidon's CD collection in reverse alphabetical order. I'm open to suggestions.
--Fortuitous Observer
