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February 1, 2006


4:00 AM, from my 4-year-old daughter’s bedroom: “DAAAADDYYYY!!”

I walk to her room and sit on the bed: “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

Her: I had a bad dream.

Me: What was it about?

Her: I don’t remember, but I didn’t like it.

Me: Well, you’re awake now. The good thing about bad dreams is, once you wake up, they’re over.

Her: Yeah.

Me: You’re here in your room, and we all love you very much. You’ve got your love blanket, Liddy (her doll), and Love-A-Lot Bear with you.

Her: That’s Tenderheart Bear.

Me: Right. OK, lets try to go to sleep again. Lie down and close your eyes. I’ll stay here a while.

Her (drifting off to sleep): Night, Daddy.

Me: Sweet dreams, angel.

5:30 AM. I’m awake in bed. My throat hurts, my ears hurt. Feeling lousy. I consider my options for the remainder of the morning, then climb out of bed and lace up my running shoes.

I managed a five-mile run through the neighborhood this morning, that felt…well, “good” is a little strong, but “it didn’t suck” seems appropriate.

At the very least, getting out for a run felt better than laying in bed for another hour feeling sorry for myself.

Reviewing yesterday’s post, I did an awful lot of griping about something relatively insignificant. Fussing about minor illnesses and missing a few training days is quite trivial in the grand scheme of things - especially when you receive a comment from a guy with a liver transplant.

Yet I inevitably hatch some doomsday scenario in my head with any sickness. It’s almost unavoidable, and I don’t understand why. It’s one of those unanswerable questions I have, like why can’t Protestants and Catholics get along, or how come it took The Bachelor four episodes to get rid of Tara the Lush.

Anyway, I’m feeling a little better today. Not yet good, but no longer sucky. And for this week, that’s considered progress. By next week, these past several days will seem like a bad dream.

Like bad dreams, there’s one good thing about being down in the dumps: once you have a decent run, it’s over.

**This is my last post for several days, until we return from the mountains. Have a good weekend everybody.***


stronger 2/1/06, 1:50 PM  

I couldn't hold back the laugh at my desk when I read the Bachelor part.

Have fun in the mountains.

angie's pink fuzzy 2/1/06, 6:16 PM  

I love reading your posts.

*jeanne* 2/1/06, 6:33 PM  

Have a great trip to the mountains! :-)

jeff 2/2/06, 9:41 AM  

yup, d, it's all about perspective. these blogs, though, are a great, cathartic way of venting and ranting about stuff that would drive our spouses, co-workers and friends nuts.

i sure don't mind and can comiserate.

Kim 2/2/06, 12:14 PM  

Have a great time in the mountains. You'll have to let us know if you get DD on skis. She'll love it!

Glad you're feeling better. Zicam & Airborne work wonders if you're still fighting it...

robtherunner 2/2/06, 5:17 PM  

The mountains are calling, have fun. My daughters usually just come crawl into my bed and lay at our feet with a blanky.

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