Oh No

Running wasn't even a possibility today. I woke up groggy from a night spent with a sick cat. I called Wendell's vet late last night and left a message to schedule an appointment. He'd taken a real turn for the worse over the weekend, and it's time for me to do something about it (I've been postponing the inevitable for almost three months now, and there's no sense in keeping an animal alive when they have such a poor quality of life). To make matters worse, my after effects of Saturday's polar run surfaced, making themselves more apparent as the day wore on, and I willed myself to stay at school for the remainder of the day through fits of coughing, a sore throat, fever, and all-around fatigue. At the end of the day, the last thing I wanted to do was shuttle Wendell out to Machias and drive all the way back home. I didn't feel too badly about not being able to run, though, as terrible as I felt. But tomorrow night I'll be sans cat and already in Machias for my first Folk Group meeting, and I'm sure a couple of hours of that will elevate me significantly (though I may have to run first; I don't want to risk having the gym close before the group disbands for the evening). It's 7:00, and I'm heading to bed.