This weekend, I was chatting with my parents in my dad’s office.  My parents are both in the education field, so they were discussing the various illnesses they pick up from students.  I said, “You know what? I don’t want to jinx myself but…I haven’t gotten sick at all this year.”

“Girl, you still have two weeks left in the year,” my dad said.  Mom said, “You better knock on wood!” I knocked on my dad’s desk.

I was crowing over my amazing immune system, while my brother was fighting off a cold this weekend. “Don’t get me sick!” I admonished him, and thought, why should I?  My immune system has survived worse.   I am, thankfully, a pretty healthy person. I get sick only once a year, twice a year on rare occasions. I expected to get sick so many times this year.  I always get sick after ACL, but I didn’t this year. I expected to pick up something while flying all stressed out, but I didn’t then, either.  And I thought for sure I would get massively ill after my marathon. Nope.

It’s always when I think, “Way to go immune system! You’re awesome!” when things go downhill.  Last night, I woke up with a scratchy throat and a stuffy nose.

The scratchy throat was gone this morning, but I’m left with sniffles and a little sneezing. It can go either way.  If I’m smart and take care of it now, maybe it’ll go away.  Maybe it’s just my body fighting a little something.

Or, I spoke too soon, jinxed myself, and about to get sick.

ONLY TIME WILL TELL.