16 miles ran in the last 3 days.   Sore .  Achy.   Sniffly.  Had a sore throat cold Friday night, but drank a quart of orange juice throughout the night and shook it off by morning.  

I yearn to sleep.  Rest.  Forget the pain.

Or fly.  Fly like a dragon.  And smote my enemies with flaming tongue and evil eye.