Towards the end of last week I popped a fever overnight. Thankfully, I was working from home the next day and managed to get through my day fine. By evening I was feeling OK and went about my life. The next day I woke up a little sweaty, but didn’t feel too out of sorts, so once again I went about my day, though by afternoon I was feeling pretty trashed.
Now, once again, I’m awake long before I should be with a 100 degree temp and feeling incredibly frustrated. I’m going to mostly likely need to cancel my plans for the day because it’s obvious that I’m not healing right. I might need to talk to a nurse and see if I need to get some antibiotics, or just wait it out. And, most of all, I need to hold off from running.
It’s that last one that really peeves me off. I wanted to start this year strong and get back into my game. Now, I’m stuck lounging on the couch, feeling jealous of my friends out there in the beautiful winter weather. I’m looking at my training plan and saying to myself, “Not again! I can’t get behind again!”. Yet, I’m in no condition to knock out even a simple 3 miler.
So, I’m angry. I’m ready to get moving with my new year, and I’m held back by some stupid virus or bacteria. There’s nothing worse in life than when the mind is ready to go, anxious to go even, yet the body just isn’t cooperating. On the bright side, at least I’ve lost a little bit of weight, so there’s some progress there.
At least my cats are entertaining. To end this rant on a higher note, here’s a pic of one of them who likes to chase things around on the TV screen. I was watching a “Let’s Play” video and she decided that she wanted to join in.