behold, the half-toothless CatCat, in repose the weekend after her surgery:
she is good at resting, isn't she?
i am trying to follow her example today, because wouldn't you know it - last night my stomach decided it was a great time to say, "hey, fuck you, i hate you and i want you to die!" at least, that's the message i was getting. it was a 24 hour bug, 36 hours before my 5K run.
so today i have slept copiously (though i did have to drag myself to work for a few hours to get a few things done - that was a sight), eaten sparingly, and sipped on water and gatorade like it was going out of style. i'm really hoping to be 100% human again by tomorrow morning, because i've worked hard to be able to run this race, and dammit i don't want to have to walk through half of it! so we'll see how it goes.
luck and crossed fingers are much appreciated, of course. i'll post all the gory details this weekend...