So. Last month I started training for the Tiarathon, a half-marathon that will take place in March, two months from now, give or take. I managed about a week and a half of training and then I got sick.

I’m still sick.

I haven’t run in a week. I can’t run; my ears are infected and I have vertigo which makes walking without falling over a challenge, never mind running on ice-slicked sidewalks. That, and the snot and the coughing and the fever and this training thing just isn’t happening right now.

All I can do is hope that this passes, fast, and that toddler-hoisting and vigorous toe-wiggling suffice to keep me from back-sliding completely. Or that fairy-wings and a tiara really will give me magical powers of flight come March.