When you speak too soon...

Yesterday I mentioned in my post that I hadn't missed a day of training since it started. That was yesterday. I missed my first day today. I set my alarm to get up at 6am and get my workout in but then I hit snooze a few times, then I got worried I wouldn't fit it in and be able to pick Zach up and get him to school on his first day, so I thought I would put it off till tonight. Well, all day today I was cold. Granted it was like 101 degrees outside, but I was going around wishing I had socks to put on my feet and was drinking hot tea at 3 in the afternoon (and it wasn't "tea time" or anything). Not a good sign. I'm praying I'm not coming down w/ something. I need to go take some aspirin. So...I missed my first day. I know it probably won't be my last, but I didn't want to break my rhythm. This weekend I, along w/ 2 fabulous friends that "volunteered" to help me, are working a festival from 4-midnight on Friday and Saturday and the money/tips we receive go towards my fundraising goal. I have our group run at 7am on Saturday. I can't be sick. I'm not sick, I'm not sick, I'm not sick...