I'm not sure what happened (my best guess is the spinach from lunch at Subway), but I caught something yesterday that decided it no longer wanted to be a part of my G-I tract. Last night said food decided to evacuate me using the closest available exits.
I'm feeling better today, so that's a plus, but I didn't get in my speed work last night and the rest of the week is packed. There really isn't time for a run today or tomorrow, so I guess I'll be down a workout this week. That's okay though, as my knee was pretty sore after my 15 miles on Saturday, and with the 9 on the 9th coming up, I will chalk it up to devine intervention in the form of rest.
Unfortunately, every time I get in a situation like this, where I feel too busy to work out, I think of this:
All I can do now is look ahead to the 9 on the 9th and try and decide which pacer I would like to accompany me...