And that about sums up my week. Seriously.
But, I still did some running. I’m not saying running is necessarily the best medicine for a nasty cold/flu, but I’m a true believer in “sweating it out” without overdoing it. Don’t get me wrong, on the days where I was hitting the peak of my sickness, I backed off and restrained myself to the couch with my Nook (The perk of being sick: I was able to read Silver Linings Playbook and now I really want to see the movie because I’m sure Jennifer Lawrence nailed it!). I’m feeling back on the upswing today and getting ready to head to Michael’s with Mr. Sam to work on our wedding centerpieces. Speaking of which, we went ahead and ordered the cowbells for our grand exit out of the ceremony! They are ADORBS and thanks Salty for the tip!
Monday- 5 miles
Tuesday- 5 miles – starting to feel crummy.
Wednesday- 5 miles – REALLY STARTING TO FEEL CRUMMY. Stuffy nose, earache, fever, belly problems, you name it.
Thursday- 5 miles. Despite my better judgment, I headed out the door before work and tried to get my run done. My body didn’t like this choice too much. So, I ended up walking about a mile and swearing at myself for being such an idiot. Live and learn. The body is smart and I should have listened when I felt like I was having a Nyquil hangover on top of stomach cramps and fever.
Friday- REST. Did what I had to do for work and slept the rest of the day. After sleeping the rest of the day, I got up at promptly 6 p.m. for some soup and ginger ale that my gracious fiance was kind enough to pick up and was back with my head on the pillow by 8 p.m. I had a glorious 14 HOUR SLEEP that night. Wow.
Saturday – 3 miles, slow. Rested most of the morning but felt good enough to get just a few slow miles under my belt.
Sunday – On the upswing – 5 miles in the snow, starting to feel like me again.
Total of 28 miles run, 30948093580948509485098 hours slept and 098490385904859084 ginger ales, saltines and cans of soup consumed.