So earlier today I took off because I wanted to relax, and so what happens? I get sick for real somehow. I'm congested, my nose is running like Carl Lewis, and I've blown my nose more than Monica blew Bill. The knee jerk reaction is for me to say God is punishing me for wasting my sick days, but oh no no no my brother that's not what is going on..I think sleeping under the air, and running 3 miles and then coming right back under the air might have something to do with it..whatever it is i feel less than stellar. My friend is taking care of me, but i think she's underestimating just how stubborn I can be..we'll see what happens in the morning