This happened to me this weekend. I woke up Saturday, full intentions to run 6 miles. I had noticed my throat started to hurt a bit on Friday night but figured I could sleep it off. Well Saturday morning Mike came home from work and looked at me (he had asked me to come out and help him unload the truck of palates to use for shelving) and asked if I was ok or just grumpy. I said that my throat hurt and that I had just woken up too. As we got along Mike told me I was to take a rest day and then later that day took my temperature because I seemed warm. Well when that thermometer dinged at me it showed 100.6...yeah, rest day, whether I like it or not.
So I told myself, ok this will take no more than today to break and shake if I rest and stay pretty inactive. I did, ate soft foods, took dayquil and drank lots of water.
By the end of the day my fever had gone down to 98.6 to 99.2. Ok, sleep it off and I can run tomorrow, Sunday's are good running days.
Well woke up and temp skyrocketed and I was told to stay in bed again. :( Now I'm grumpy...no run = grumpy lady.
So I took that on and said, fine, I'll just start back up on Monday, no biggie, one weekend off. Well up until that point other than a fever, headache, and sore throat (which turned up with swollen glands as well) I felt overall fine as far as not wanting to puke or have to stay in the bathroom all day.
Then 2pm hit on Sunday and it was all downhill from there. So yeah, I spent the next 7 hours feeling terrible and not wanting to do or eat anything even though my loving and adoring boyfriend made me eat at least a little applesauce.
After the grand finale of my illness before bed he set up glow sticks in the hall to the bathroom to make sure he knew if I were laying on the floor again should he get up in the middle of the night. I slept soundly through the rest of the night and woke up with glow bracelets on both arms.....yes we have a glow stick problem at our house.
So Monday I started to feel a lot better but began to get bored quick since I wasn't feeling sick and my temperature had gone down. I had wanted to run just 1 mile but wasn't allowed to exert myself beyond walking at the gym on an incline... *sigh*
But hey, walking is better than nothing. I got 1.57 miles in on that treadmill and enjoyed every minute of it despite my love/hate relationship with stationary cardio equipment.
So today was my first day back to normal where I was not limited in my running.
Yes I was this happy this morning, regardless of not being the slightest bit tired at bedtime, due to having a hunters education class last night until 10pm. So even after only about 4 hrs and 50 min of sleep I was stil ecstatic and eager to lace up and get out.
Stepped out and it was horribly muggy at an 80% humidity and only 70 degrees which definitely felt more like 80.
I did 3 miles, which in retrospect probably was too much as my pace was right along the 8:30 per mile. But in my eagerness and ecstasy of being able to get back to running I did it anyway. Realized at about 2.5 miles I should probably walk up the last hill to not kill myself.
The final thing on my run was that as I was on my block and heading toward the house I heard a cicada that was laying in the road, it was dying and just fluttering and skittering around the road. Well it fluttered and skittered toward me and I completely spazzed out and jumped, ran, and shouted "Oh my God no!"
Me and bugs, yeah don't mix in general. However, cicadas and june bugs are at the top of my list. Along with rather large spiders. Though George, my friendly porch spider has since disappeared on me. Though I have found friends have taken over where he left off. Though they are going to have to learn the rules of not spinning webs across the walking areas. I reprimanded them last night saying that I would spray if they didn't stop it. Yes, I talk to the critters outside and I do literally run like captain jack there when a cicada comes near me.
So back in the running saddle after only 3 days off, at least it was no more than that. No running makes me grumpy and we shouldn't have that.
Plan this week is 3 today, 2 tomorrow, 3 Thursday, 2 Friday, and 6 Saturday with a rest day on Sunday. We will see what adventures come to me between now and the next post - I usually have a few.
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