rest

J: hey can we cancel tonights football session

in light of your sickness and my busy-ness
how are you feeling by the way

C: i'm ok just tired

maybe i'll go run instead

J: are you crazy

youre sick

you need to rest

C: i'm not dying

J: still

C: haha, ok ok

[later that night]

C away message: my head hurts. :(

J: BECAUSE YOU WERE RUNNING WHILE YOU WERE SICK!

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How did he know?

I think I'm very bad at resting, particularly when I have a goal to strive towards. Which is funny because I had no problem staying home from work and sleeping - but was very disappointed at getting bailed on for football tonight. I ended up getting Scott to throw with me (I love my little brother!) for a little bit, so all was not lost. But J swears that that's why I'm not feeling well.

Hrmph.

Boo, sickness.