Tuesday, not shoe day.

My plans to go to Fleet Feet to buy new shoes today fell through. My little guy is sick (boo! hiss!) so dragging him out to the store didn't seem to be such a good idea. Running shoes . . . baby's health . . . running shoes . . . baby's health . . . Yeah, baby's health won out. He napped, I stayed ever vigilant to wiping his (constantly) runny nose.

I'll get those new shoes someday. Really. I will.

In the meantime, I've been getting ready for my first post-half marathon race on Sunday, writing articles (about Mother's Day gifts, the upcoming Freihofer's Run for Women, and this cool race in Williamsburg, VA), and trying to ignore the body aches and pains that may or may not be flu-like symptoms that I may or may not be able to rid myself of through my tried-and-true cocktail of vitamins c and d. And, perhaps, a night with more than just a few hours of (very interrupted) sleep.

Man, sleep would be nice.

You can't always get what you want, though, right? Right. So, instead I'll hope to get out for an easy run this evening and maybe that will give me some energy and shake out the achy-ness. Fingers crossed!

Now, back to taking care of the babe. I'll cuddle the crankiness away!

Thanks for stopping by --

~ Felice