Limp-a-listic

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I'm not the type of person that whines about being sick; in fact I hate being sick. It's so debilitating. I know...I know...that's the point of being sick, to slow your body down so you can recover. Doesn't life know that once you reach a certain age, you don't have time to slow down? Ok, so maybe I whine a little.

Limp-a-listic. That's what I'm calling the next 6 weeks. After all, if I think positive maybe it will be an utterly fantastic journey, without "happenings" of any sort. I realize that's about as hopeful as Britney taking vows as a nun, but it's worth a try isn't it? (Positive thinking...not the whole "habit" thing. Although she did dress as a school girl at one time.)

On another (non-Britney) note, why is it that suddenly all the things I haven't done in such a long time...I want to suddenly do? For instance, awhile back I was tread milling about 5 miles a day, 3 times a week. Haven't done it in months. Haven't even flinched at the thought of slapping on my sneakers and jamming to, "Sexy Back". Two days after I break my middle toe, and I'm craving me a run. It doesn't help that I get ticked off that I can't limp faster than a slug stuck to a salt lick.

Then there's the fact that I live in a townhouse - 2 flights of stairs. Gotta also love the fact that Madison is on the 2nd floor, while the Master is on the 3rd. Guess Jeff's getting a taste of, "That sucks" *grumble, grumble...throw the robe on...bumble downstairs* when Madison wakes up and screams, "Elmo! Elmo! Where ARE you!!!"

Ok, so maybe limp-a-listic isn't the right word. Damn, I'm a crank-meister now... Did I mention that I hate being sick. *glaring at toe* Heeeey, did my toe just give me the bird? Oh yeah...that's just the way it's taped. Definitely got to fix that...