Waking up with a sore throat on Thursday was not a good sign for the weekend. I went to work, ignoring the throat, because I had a presentation to give Thursday afternoon. I fumbled through it, finished up some outstanding stuff, and drove home feeling as though I'd been hit by a truck (or at least a Fiat). By Thursday night, I was officially sick--I blame it on the nightmare karaoke couple sitting behind us at the Tori Amos concert the night before.
I took Friday off from work, staying in bed all day, and Saturday. Being 'inactive' for that long is not something I handle well. I succumb to restlessnes and I fidget. Oh, and I can be cranky. Very cranky. Yesterday morning, Poseidon took me to the doctor because I wasn't feeling much better. Fortunately, the flu was ruled out, just a common cold that has to run its course. The doctor told me to take Monday off and rest the entire day. On Sunday afternoon, Poseidon was on his way out to the gym while I was watching reruns of Will & Grace from my sick bed and I wanted to wrap my arms around his ankles and beg, "Take me with you!" I was good. I stayed in bed. I wanted to jump on a treadmill.
Today, I stayed home (actually doing what my doctor suggested), but I couldn't take lying on the sofa binge-watching Designing Women. I decided I must go for a walk for my own sanity. I laced up and realized it was
going to be hard for me to walk because I really wanted to run but I knew my doctor would frown on running. Running does not equal rest. I actually considered wearing my pink Mary Jane Crocs on my walk to keep me from running, but talked myself out of it. I promised I wouldn't run.
I walked to the lake, and started loop number 1. I passed several runners and grew anxious, and I wanted to wrap my arms around their ankles and beg, "Take me with you!" I didn't. I started loop number 2. I picked up the pace a little, and I grew even more anxious because I just knew I was going to take off running. But, I didn't! I walked (and I'm not just saying this because Poseidon will read it...I really did walk).
Back home, and not too tired, and satisfied with a 5 mile walk. Anxiety gone. Now, back to my sick bed and binging on Designing Women.