We're supposed to get 6 inches by tomorrow afternoon. Which is frustrating. Not because I'll have to shovel. That's actually fun. It's because Mary has had the worst luck.
Not only is Mary got this fibromyalgia and all of her muscles are sore, now she's got some sort of flu. And, with every cough, she's straining her muscles. Last night she work me at 4:30 with a coughing fit. I expected a lung to flop out onto the floor! But she slept all day and is feeling better. She was going to try and go into work tomorrow - but now we're going to be loaded with snow. She can still go, but it'll take twice as long to drive there, she'll have to trudge through to snow during the walk from her car. It's not worth it.
Me? I'll make it to work no problem. It'll be a fun adventure. If I fish-tail, that'd be alright with me! I'm only 2 miles away, so it'll be easy. But I've recommitted myself to running (I've slacked off since the wedding). I'm going to be running a half marathon in Rockford with Jamie, Dot, and Brian. I can't miss running tomorrow, so I'll be running in two inches of soft powder.
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