I've been sick.
Sick as a pig. A sore-throated, hacking, head-like-a-football pig.
Haven't done a thing since last wednesday.
But I am convincing myself that I am getting better. After coaching Ethan's soccer tonight, we went for a 1.5k run. Then I carried on until the 5k mark. Felt fantastic. At about 3k I was hardly breathing.
That's a good sign, maybe, that I haven't missed too much over the weekend. However, I'm gonna miss another weekend making it 2 in a row. While DB is out fishing pastoral waters, I'll be sleeping under the stars in the northern boreal forest in the middle of nowhere.
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