I had to pass on a friend's birthday dinner tonight because I have a gross, drippy cold that is paired with a loud, hacking cough. Since no one wants to sit at a dinner next to that girl, I stayed home and kept my germs to myself.
After about two hours after I got home I started to feel lumpy, and even though I was curled up in my bed with my shaved orange cat and a pile of fashion mags, I decided to go to the gym and see if I could sweat the bugs out of me.
It turns out I was right. Not only did I run for four miles and work on my upper body, but my cough seems to have gone away. I guess sometimes you're a lot stronger than you think you are.
I would like to stop sniffling, though.
