This month completely got away from me. I closed out October with a week off from work and a new car—that's right, my little mini Lola has been passed on to a friend and replaced with a VW Taos, which is still nameless for now— and entered November with the best of intentions. It was going to be the month of getting back to the gym, keeping my running on track, and choosing a birthday race.
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But, I immediately got sick with a stubborn cold that lasted a good two weeks, and before I knew it, most of November had passed in a haze of congestion and asthma that made all my plans disappear in a puff of aerosolized albuterol.
I haven't been sick since having covid in 2023. I forgot how annoying it is.
