Fail

Because I was sick last week, I did not visit the gym as often as I probably should have. However, Saturday morning I was feeling a little better so I (reluctantly) went to the gym. I told myself that I was just going to do a brisk walk on the treadmill, just to get my heartrate up and get my blood flowing, but not over-exert myself since I hadn't been to the gym in a few days.

That was the plan.

Instead, I convinced myseld during my warm up that I should continue with the exercise program I've been following so that I didn't lose momentum (I'm not actually training for anything, it's just a program to follow because I was in a rut). And so I did. And at first, I thought I was going to die, but then I remembered I always feel like I'm going to die when I have to run, and so I kept going. After a few minutes, I felt like I was working hard, but felt fairly confident that I was not going to die on the treadmill.

I admit, I was really proud of myself. I was still sick, but I had pushed through my stuffy nose and general fatigue to do a good work out. I may have even asked my husband for a high five. He may have given me one and then mocked me for the rest of the day.

So Sunday when I went to the gym, I had somehow convinced myself that I could move on to the next phase of my exercise plan as scheduled. I'd had a great workout the day before and I'd gotten a good night's sleep, so I was feeling pretty confident that I could step up my intensity despite the fact that I couldn't breathe through my nose.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I started off feeling like I was going to die, as usual, but that feeling did not go away. Instead, I was pretty sure that I was going to collapse. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move my legs, and I couldn't believe I'd even considered taking the next step in my work out plan. Why did I think I could run longer than I had ever done? Did my snot have magical powers?

Clearly my illness made me delusional.

Oh well. I'll try again tomorrow... or whenever I feel better.

I sick.

I'm sick. I just have a cold, but it's the kind that is not yet a full-blown cold and is currently concentrated in my sinuses, leaving me with a painful sinus headache. I hate sinus headaches.

I was a firm believer in Airborne, but they've changed the formula and now it doesn't work for me to stop colds. I still use it before I go on airplanes, especially this time of year, but it doesn't have the same effect when I'm on the ground. Zicam and Cold-eze don't work for me either. And Sudafed and those types of drugs seem to prolong my colds so I try not to use them if I can help it. Instead, I suffer. And by suffer, I mean whine and let everyone around me know that I'm sick.

I'm siiiiiiick.

Will someone make me chicken noodle soup, pleeeeeeeease?

Because I'm siiiiiiiick.

Ok, time to get on with my day. It's just a cold afterall.