Well, sort of. The fever and sickness has moved on finally. This week has been a blur of headaches, cold sweats, and rocketing body temperature (reminiscent of those early first days of dating the ladies... in my 30s. Just kidding. I was a ladies man from the get-go, no, really. Ok, fine, let's move on.).
I began doing these fast walks of 3 miles for lunch (which is at around 9:30am since I start work at 5) every day and now I'm sort of addicted to it and can't wait to get out. "Walking?" one might ask, "What are you in a retirement home now?" Hey, it ain't easy. Go out and walk as fast as you can for 40 mins solid. You'll be weak in the knees and dizzy. I don't know what it is, maybe the blood swinging down to the feet and hands away from the brain or maybe using different muscles but it takes some getting used to. Anyway, it's been a great compliment to my running and solidifies my reputation for being a wacko at work. "Did you go for your little walk, Tim? You could've joined us for our hamburgers and onion rings followed by a refreshing cigarette at lunch."
The illness was unfortunate but what can I do? It really didn't set me back any. The weather is gorgeous right now an is supposed to continue for the next tens days. Looking forward to some nice runs this weekend!