On monday I went to help my sister with her kiddos because she got "the sickness of death." An incubation period later, I came down with "the sickness of death." And it was indeed. The only time I got out of bed was when I was hugging the porcelain throne. Not fun. So no running happened. (I guess I could count some fast miles because I sprinted to the bathroom many times...TMI?) Moral of the story? Don't help your sick sister. 10.1 slow slow miles happened today with a different (healthy) sister. We got caught up on all the happy happenings. Because I usually like to run alone, I forget that I do actually enjoy running with other people. The time flew by. Weather was awesome. | 