Feeling weather-worn and overall lethargic for over a week now. Back and forth to doctor, pharmacy, bed too many times. Goodbye running, goodbye endorphins. Adrenaline surge bottled up and pushed to the back of the cupboard (peanut butter and monay, front and center).

Running my first 10k race sick and without sleep at Globe Run for Home might have been a bad decision after all. I’ve been jogging with a chip on my shoulder since that run. I dragged myself through the race decently enough, but it might have bruised my psyche more than I know.

Or maybe it’s the anemia talking. Popeye, please pass the spinach.