Last Tuesday got in a short runch date with Susan. Holy crap it was windy. I think I whinged about my sore throat. And maybe even coughed a bit. But Sue whinged WAY more about how damn cold she was. Honestly it might have been a tie. Sometimes, we just try to outcurse each other.
After all our boys were enroute to GOLD! Race to the pub at 5am on Sunday to watch...woohoo!
Near the end of the 5km, I had a bit of a coughing fit. Or two. Crap. But I can fight it. Vitamin C and D...on overdrive. The doc said it was a virus. No fluid in my lungs, so where. Not bronchitis. But at midnight I woke up and felt like a truck had hit me. HARD.
Awesome, really. NOT.
Because that meant that I wasn't running in the morning. FRACK.
I slept most of the day, thinking maybe I just need some rest. But no.
5 pots of rooiboos later and countless peebreaks, I was a gonner.
I got it. I got something. BAH!!!!!
Haven't figured it out. But it is the cooties. And I feel sad and pathetic.
Couch to Bed. More Tea.
Sunday came. I woke up at 3am. Crawled to the bathroom. Drank some more water.
My alarm did ring at 5am. Up I got, turned on some lights. Boiled water for tea. Telly on.
Assumed the position to watch the boys get 'er done.
And then promptly fell asleep to wake up just after the second period started. Good lord!!
I tried valiantly to go get a brewski from the fridge. Nope. Just no way. So carrot juice with chia seeds. I know how to party. Game finished...slept a few more hours.
(Don't judge me and my bad black toenails!)
Then decided to do a load of laundry. After all, I had to work Monday. (haha)
And see THIS in the laundry room. A pile o' barbies. A barbie cemetery. Tell me this isn't creepy.
Or is it my sickness and codeine cough meds talking?
After shaking the sight of THIS off. I decided I needed to lie down.
STILL NO RUNNING OMG.
I may have texted a few of my running girls at this point
declaring defeat at my marathon that is 15 weeks away. EEEK.
And then a sense of calm came over me.
DOWNTON ABBEY FEST on PBS.
So the rest of my Sunday is spent napping drinking pots of tea and watching Season 4.
And then bed. BAH.
Monday more of the same.
Except at this time runners psychosis has set in fully.
FREAKING OUT about no long run. No run...in the near future....aaaack!
sigh...and then someone (not sure,maybe Codeine the imaginary pillow friend) says
...oh yes you HAVE been working out.
At this point, I am about to TRY ANYTHING...and move on to green tea and more lemon water. I'm out of rooibos.
Trying not to flip out. Pretty Much I sleep away Tuesday, too. Now I am out of lemons. Frick.
Finally I wake up Wednesday and feel human. YESSSSSSS.
I try to finish writing a communications plan but it isn't coming together.
I do another load of laundry and avoid the pile o barbies. Still creepy.
And I REJOICE that I am feeling better because I have a VIP event for the Calgary Marathon. And, if I don't go to this i really might lose it.
- yes I realize we may have already gone FAR PAST that point -
So funnily enough late in the mid week feels like the start of my week.
It was fun night...Thanks to my fellow #SCM Forerunners!
OMG! OK I am looking forward to Calgary Marathon.
Yay. Psychosis is OVER.
I am not 100%, but I think the batshitcrazies are at bay...
How you YOU fare when you get sick??