18

I kept telling myself that 18 is chai; Life. But I felt like shit.

Last night, I finally took some action. I refilled the Nasonex, closed all the windows, and turned on the A/C. I feel like a loser for doing it, it's so gorgeous outside. But, nature's beauty is killing me.

This morning I stuck a Breathe Right strip on my nose (attractive, I know), crammed my inhaler in my amphipod belt and left for my 18 miler. It was sunny and beautiful. There was a nice spring breeze blowing that nasty pollen and fallen blossoms all over the place. I tried not to stop, because stopping just encouraged coughing spells. Despite the Breathe Right strip, I did the majority of my breathing through my mouth. When I stopped for the bathroom at mile 9, my breathing was noticably labored.

I saved This American Life for the last 5 miles. Ok, maybe that was a mistake because it was a funny episode and all that laughing and running just fired up the coughing even more.

Despite my best efforts, my 18 was a mere 17.58. Perhaps I should do more than just mentally calculate the distance in my head. Still, it's impressive that I was mentally that close to 18. It took me 3:27 to do it. My average pace was 11:49.

Anyway, off to the grocery to pick up some Matzah Meal and Matzah Cake Meal so I can start a week of cooking and baking while still listening to complaints of "There's nothing to eat around here!" and "Why do we have to keep Passover" and "I hate to bring matzah to school for lunch."

Shut up kids and eat your fruits and vegetables!

WTD: 32.58 (Skipped Saturday's 8 and shortend Wednesday's 8 to 5)
March: 136.82
YTD: 333.86