Well, the only training I've done this week other than one puny hour on the bike trainer is a lesson in pain tolerance. The infected tooth? Still infected. Two visits to endodontist to have it drained. Yesterday after he lanced the roof of my mouth again, I went back to work because I was still numb. Then the numbness wore off and I experienced the worst head-throbbing pain I've ever known.

My coworkers told me to go home. That would have been nice, except for the fact that I was in too much pain to drive a car. I took some Advil and waited about half an hour until I could stand dragging myself home. Took a Darvocet, laid down on the sofa with dear Ruby, and cried until I passed out.

I hope I can put in at least an 8 mile run if not the whole 12 this weekend.

I'm keeping things in perspective; certainly there are worse things that could happen to me. But this has been just plain awful. Oh, and daytime TV will make anyone want to go back to work, even if suffering.