This morning, by the time I got out to run, it was already getting hot. So instead of driving to the Greenway, I opted to go up my street again, this time using a slightly different route with a halfway point pretty much smack dab in front of Jetsyknits’ house. Yes, I am that fortunate that I have such a cool person living only a mile away.
On the way back, I was really feeling it. I wrote last year about how the final leg of Week One of Couch to 5K has me running right up the worst part of Mt. Doom. By the time I got to the top, I was out of breath. I’d go so far as to call it “wheezing.”
When I got home, I did a few other exercises and then knocked off. My husband was extremely encouraging, praising me for running even though it was warmer than I would have liked and I really wasn’t feeling like it. I was very contrary with him, mainly because while I was glad I’d done it in the sense that I made it home and didn’t die and then had some exercise under my belt, I really had a miserable time on the last leg. If I’d had it to do over again, I wouldn’t have done it. Bless his heart, he really was just trying to be helpful and motivational.
While out grocery shopping later, I developed a killer headache, which I attributed to being stressed out and having gotten ill with my husband without a good reason. When I got home, I apologized, and took a couple of aspirin and drank a lot of water. Then I went back out to run more errands – my daughter’s Barbie movies aren’t going to rent themselves, you know. My headache got worse and worse. By the time I got home, I started to think that something was actually wrong beyond just, “I’m irritated with the world.” Sure enough, I’m running a fever.
And you know what? That makes me feel GREAT! The run wasn’t hard because I’ve lost ground, it was hard because I was getting sick. I wasn’t irritable for no reason, I was irritable because I was getting sick. I’m not headachey and tired because of stress and anger, it’s because I’m sick. Yay! It’s not all in my head!
Pardon, I’m going to lie down and rest some. Another reason to be glad to be sick. The eternal optimist strikes again!