Turns out I had strep and strep can bring along a hideous rash sometimes. The antibiotic killed the strep, but the rash seems to be alive and kicking. I got a prescription for steroids to clear it up, but you're not supposed to be nursing when you take them. So I'll spend the next couple of days trying to figure out if getting rid of this rash is worth putting my baby permanently on a bottle.
I haven't run the last couple of days because I suspected the bad air and the stress on my body from running were the culprits that gave me hives. But after so much time off I'm ready to try to disprove my theory.
When I dropped my kids off at my sister-in-law's house I left her with my 3, her 3, and 4 boys who had come to play with her boys - that makes 10 kids. And it was just her - at dinner time. She's a saint.
The run felt great. Four was too short yesterday - it felt good to move myself further.
It was a morning run after an evening run yesterday so I was still feeling a little tired, but not so tired that I wasn't completely contented to be running. Three cheers for running.
My parents came for a quick weekend visit to let me get two nights of sleep in a row. My Mom woke up with the kids last night. I felt a little guilty going on a 12 mile run when they came all the way from Colorado to give me a rest. I'm pretty sure they think my running is part of what is running my body down - but they've always been good sports about letting me make my own choices. I really appreciate that.
I ran up the canyon for the first time in a long time. It made me anxious for spring. Speaking of anxious - my husband should be here in less than 2 weeks. Too exciting.