I've been sick with a cold the last few days, and it sucked. I finally feel more myself today, and I'm excited to go back to work tomorrow. I began cleaning up my "sick area" (the couch), and there were so many dishes, teas, cups, and a whole empty box of EmergenC scattered around. I sure had a party over there, while watching TV, and stuffing my face.
But I'm back from that overeating extravaganza. I got up at noon today, after calling in sick this morning (and finding my bed again), and after I lazed around for a bit I felt much more energized than I did all week. My head didn't feel it was on backwards anymore after I took the morning slowly. At 5 p.m. I decided that I was indeed well enough to try for a run, which is all I've wanted to do for the last week.
And boy did I run! My last run was on a treadmill, but this time I just ran through the park by our house. I never realized before just how powerful my body was. My legs carried me so far so quickly - it felt amazing. When I'm running a treadmill, I don't see the trees and people whizzing by. The 60 second runs were a lot more interesting to me than my 90 second walks, and I was eager to hit that 90 seconds so I could again let the world whiz by.
I came home winded, but so glad I went out running. I feel guilty for not going to work today. If I can run, I can work, you know? But I didn't really feel okay until late afternoon. I'm glad that I took the day to get better, and I'm glad that I did the 2.5 mile run. I mean, I RAN 2.5 MILES! That's so cool! I'm so amazed by what my body can do.