pardon the interruption...

life got in the way. That, and I am feeling more than a little guilty about social networking time at work. (although, really, my skills have come in handy of late---as I am training others on the web social scene---so odd.)
SO my resolution to myself was to blog at least once a week---just for me. Just as an exercise---to see if I knew how to still put words together. Not even a diary (as my life holds limited interest to anyone other than me)...just the practice of using words (for which I hold great affinity). I would like to talk less and think and listen more. I certainly speak aloud too much, too often.
So here I am again, determined to put fingers to keyboard and organize the beauty of words in some fashion.
Completely determined.
I should note in this edition of my weekly resolve: it's beginning to warm in Phoenix, which means I will become a hermit in very short order. When AZ turns into an only slightly less smoldering version of the suns surface, I retreat. I learned to surrender to Arizona summers long ago. They win. So, maybe that negative will turn into a blog positive. Maybe.
It will, at least, diminsh the interruptions.

sniff, sneeze, medicate

It seems that every time I get into running some pretty serious miles, I get waylaid by some super powered cold. I am training for another 1/2 marathon in May, and (was) doing pretty well on my program...but boy, did I get the shit kicked out me this week. Breathing hurts right now---my lungs feel like they're on fire, and walking up the stairs at home leaves me seriously winded. This will deeply hamper my scheduled 8 mile run tomorrow. I think.
I'm not saying that there is a greater force at work who has it in for me, but seriously??? Can't I stay healthy for, say, 3 months?
Feeling sorry for myself here. I think I'll just take another shot of Nyquil and go back to bed.
p.s. what up with getting carded constatnly for the cold medicine??? do I look like I'm manufacturing meth?