I haven’t run in 5

I haven’t run in 5 days. The half marathon is a week and a half away.
I took a sick day and slept until noon. When I awoke, I still felt pretty crappy, but I couldn’t sleep any longer. Once I got up and showered, I felt a little better. I’m pretty congested though, so I didn’t try a run.
Since I did my long run before I got sick, I’m not too worried about my ability to do the race. It’d be nicer if I’d been able to run the past few days, but I won’t lose too much fitness. So at this point, my highest priority is to get completely rid of this cold before race day. I don’t want any lingering congestion or sniffles on the 15th.
When all was said and done, my plane left Atlanta at 10:50 p.m. Eastern time last night, four and a half hours later than scheduled. We got into Houston at 11:40 p.m. Central time, four hours later than scheduled. At least we made up a half hour in the air, eh? To really put a cap on the evening, we came into E terminal, where the bathroom was filthy and four of the eight stalls were unusable. I then had to walk the entire length of the terminal, across a couple skyways, and then take the train over to C terminal where I finally recovered my suitcases.
Seriously, Continental Airlines. It was midnight, and we were four hours late, and we were a tired and cranky bunch of passengers. You’re telling me there wasn’t an empty C terminal gate for us to pull into?
I owe Jen big time. She still came to pick me up, even though we didn’t get back to Clear Lake until almost 1 a.m. Mad props to Jen.
Despite the airport delays and the annoying head cold, it’s nice to be back in my little apartment. Home again, home again, jiggity jog.