Well, I must say this weekend was so not as planned. I mentioned last week that I was feeling kind of cruddy. And it never went away.
Friday I was off work. My plan was to go ahead and get in my 10-mile run then get my hair cut then spend the rest of the day with my sister. I woke up still really stuffy, sore throat, sinus headache. But I went ahead and headed out for my run.
I got in 5.4 miles before stopping by the house to meet up with Jason and to change from short-sleeved shirt to tank. It was already in the mid-60's and humid. The run wasn't easy. It was tough and tougher because I kept going faster than necessary. I don't know if it was just a "let's just get this shit over with" thing or what, but I was going way too fast. I was way too sick. And it was way too warm.
Jason did 3.6 miles with me and I called it done with all caps at 9 miles. I rushed to get cleaned up and to my hair appointment, then met my sister at Target. I had regular shopping to do and she wanted to do some Christmas shopping. Then we headed over to the mall for a bit.
The crazy thing was that she sounded just like me except her crud has hit her chest and I've managed to keep mine out of my chest. So I feel like I'm winning even though I'm loosing.
We did go out and meet up with friends for a very very brief happy hour before going home and putting on PJs and just visiting the rest of the evening. I will say that even though both of us were cruddy, we did have a great time. I always love her company.
Saturday I realized that I was done. There would be no running, no workouts of any shape or form. And that pretty much was the rest of the weekend - me on the couch in PJs going through a box of tissues.
Though, I did manage to wash some laundry, make ciabatta bread and an amazing caramelized onion and Japanese eggplant concoction that we enjoyed Sunday for lunch. But other than that, PJs and booty on the couch.
I kind of had it in my head that if I did nothing Saturday, I'd miraculously be better on Sunday. I could make up for the day of nothing by getting in a run, putting up my Christmas decorations. Yep, that's what I thought.
That's not what happened. Sunday I woke up with a crazy swollen lymph node near my clavicle. At least my throat wasn't as sore...
I won't lie, I felt like a slug just sitting, dozing, sitting, blowing my nose. I don't sit still very well, but I had no choice this time. So 3 rest days for the week and maybe a few more...Going to try to get to the doctor today.
How do you do with just sitting when you're sick? Do you take that chance to rest up with no guilt or do you find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to do anything?