I’m coming back from this not-quite ebola that’s going around. It was almost two weeks of being completely out of it. I drank Nyquil from a pilsner glass and washed it down with a coffee or tea constantly, making for a very tired guy that has to go to the bathroom a lot. It only worked because I slept through most of it.
I ran a gut-wrenching 3 miles today on a trail, disgusting, glorious, frustrating and enervating.
That’s running, a marriage. It has good days and bad days.
"In sickness and in health," we say to ourselves at some point, though the people who don’t run think that’s weird.
It is a little weird.
But at least you can exclaim, before the coughing starts again, before those aches return in full force: