So Clearly fate Hates Me

My running got off to a great start. I was picking up time, I was running easier, further, having more fun. All those wonderful things. When I went for my monthly doctor visit my blood pressure even seemed to be lower. And then. . . . first my daughter and I both picked up a killer cold. The kind of cold that makes you just want to crawl under the covers and forget the world exists, except you cant cause the baby is sick too. Two weeks I couldn't breath and barely wanted to live. No jogging. So I finally felt better, hit the road one time and the next day white stuff fell from the heavens, and kept falling. Not a common event in Tokyo proven by the fact that everyone's reaction was to pour tons of hot water over the roads and sidewalks to 'clean them off.' One and a half weeks of dangerously icy roads. OK. Roads cleared. Got one jog in. Huge project for work suddenly appears, plus a project for school, not so sudden but every minute of every day for a week was taken up. But I cleared that away my schedule was set up perfectly to jog again and SURPRISE! The incredibly puking baby. All day all night till mid yesterday. Dropped her off at daycare today looked up at the sky pelting down rain at me and thought. . . . maybe tomorrow.

Ashamed. :( On some level these are all excuses I know. Well maybe not the ice. But the cold and the work. I could have dredged up the time and energy somewhere and I didn't. One of the problems is that I'm not signed up for any races thanks to a husband, the literate one among us, that says 'there are no 5 or 10K's in Japan. Nope none. Skeptical. I'm going to ask a friend to look up some races and as soon as the sky gives me the smallest break I am going to go running. Really. I mean it this time.

Sign. But no, really. I am!