Since my body is on strike: no baby, and now some sinus/cold thing that had my students calling me ‘grumpy,’ and has me passed out on my couch surrounded by kleenex that are being used, but not providing relief, I will not be starting C25K today.  However, some internet interest has been sparked (Jstrizzy, Princessjeanne, and Emmalola, go TEAM!) and so I’m putting Saturday on the table for the start. Assuming I’m sitll alive. Pass the tissues.

I’ve added a new category, Bodyish, to sort of take the focus off of Everything Ovarian, All the Time.  And, y first post in Bodyish is that the body I am trying to reconcile with woke up fucking siiiicck. Great.

I woke up with plugged ears, and by the time my folks got here, that degenerated into 2 trips to the loo, and when I (stupidly) decided to take them up on their invite to lunch, I had to have them bring me back because I thought I might spew all through JCPenney. Ick.  So, on my big day of starting the C25K plan (it is GORGEOUS out!) I am instead doing the B2Loo plan (Bed to loo.) Ick Ick Ick. Fuck you, body.