On Dec 3 I wrote on my blog that I was just over a nasty cold, but since I usually get one in December, it was at least nice to have it out of the way.
I also wrote that I plan to race sometime in January, before my 30's were over.
On Dec 23 I wrote that I was going to run a million miles over the holidays.
On Dec 24 I got a wicked cold, then bronchitis, injured my rib muscles (or something) from coughing, and practically poisoned myself from too many cough remedies. I ran maybe two miles over the holidays, am still recovering from the ribs, won't be racing in January, and never want to see Buckley's again.
I know, things could be a lot worse. I'm just thinking that maybe it's a bad idea to write what I'm "going to do".
Siku showing off her snose. You can tell just by looking that she is a much smarter person than I am.