sniff, sniff

What is it with boys and getting sick? Or is it me? Seriously. I'm starting to wonder... Or is it just boys who run? Or boys who run with me? I don't know what it is, but its starting...uh, not really just starting, but it gets on my nerves. my health isn't that great, but good lands a living... In the last 3 months, I think that I've only had a buddy to run with on Saturdays like 2x. Maybe 3. I really don't think that this one is a flake, I think - believe - that he's sick, but I'm still sad for me. boo. poor me. pity party!!!

So. I'm frustrated. Maybe its a good thing. That's what I'm going to keep telling myself. At mile 16. and 17. and 18. and 19. and by 20, given the heat that we're having, i hope i'm still coherent enough to talk to myself! Anyway... it looks like a solo 20 miler pour moi. :-( I got a new water bottle, though, so maybe that will be fun. It can hold my nano, thus eliminating the need for a sweaty arm band. That's a good thing. And it'll be good to prove to myself that I can do it by myself. If I can do it by myself. Aye. We'll see. San Francisco is only 5 weeks away, so I could potentially put off the 20 miler until next week, but that doesn't seem like such a good idea. I ran a 20 miler and then went to a pool party last year, and that was near disaster. Of course, I'm a much better runner now than I was then, so I can handle such things a little easier, but I sort of feel like that's one that I should knock on wood about...