You know how they say if you want to make God laugh, make a plan? Well, God was laughin’ real hard at me this week…
Sunday was almost miraculous. I was hoping to time my re-entry to running to coincide roughly with @RunStaceyRun’s marathon debut. Turns out I did so almost perfectly. I left my house around 7:40 and her stats say she crossed the start line at 7:39. I call that pretty effin’ awesome. First run back felt good.
Monday, I get up. Work, a lot, from home. Troubleshoot. Clean out my closet between emails (‘cause multitasking is how I roll). Go for my run around lunchtime. Cut it a little short because I was just feeling bad, figured my feeding schedule is off and I’m probably just hungry, so I go home and eat. And I still feel like poo, in fact, even worse. So I lay down on the couch and moan for a bit. The Boy comes home and confirms that I have a fever (thermometer? What’s that?). I lounge the rest of the evening.
Tuesday, I wake up, still with a slight fever. I work from home, resting as much as I can so I can make it to the last session of my grant-writing class. I refused to miss this class. So I rest, drug myself up good and head to class. Come home around 10pm and crash again.
Wednesday, I get up, again with the slight fever (please mind that my fever is very mild and cyclical, I’m cycling between normal and low-grade fever. Not good, mind you, but I’m not exactly burning down the house either. And the only symptom, other than the fever, is that I’m tired as all get out). End up going to my boss’s house for awhile to work (as one of the computer programs I most need is not working for me and with only a month or so left to this job there’s no reason for us to pay for any assistance or new software). I feel okay. I go home, work some more, but lay low. And in the evening, crash.
Thursday, still running slight fever, I drug myself, head out to breakfast with a couple of my friends, come home work for a few frantic hours, then head out to meet with another friend about some freelance grant-writing work I’m going to do for her organization. I finally make it home and crash. Hard.
Friday I wake up. Fever intact. And I alternate sleeping, computer games, and Netflix all day. With lots of sleeping. The Boy comes home from work and what do you know Fever (it’s grown to earn a capital letter by this point in the week) is gone. And later? Still gone. And this morning? Still.Gone.
This morning, after a lot of sleep, we helped our friend move.
So you see how many of my scheduled workouts happened? Yeah, we’ll try again this coming week.