Last weekend sealed the deal; I am a terror on a treadmill.
It was a fairly normal weekend to begin with; I registered at the very last minute for The Sweet Tea half marathon, held in the birthplace of sweet tea, Summerville, South Carolina. Who knew? Until last year, not me. Then all I did know was that Charleston has the only tea plantation in North America.
Anyway, that is how my weekend began; innocently enough, well, until I caught a cold. At least I think it was a cold. I self-diagnosed. I had a bad headache, stuffed-up nose, scratchy throat, and chills. I should have taken that as a sign and quit while I was ahead. Read more >>