Yesterday I returned from a very interesting vacation. I woke up Friday with a swallowing-razor-blades sore throat, packed up and left to go to CA. By the time we got there I had a pretty bad fever and was all but delirious. That night I shivered and moaned all night and my fever got scary. The next day I went to the ER. Thankfully, I barely remember that day. I had a pretty bad strep infection. So it took a couple of days before I did anything but sleep and take antibiotics. Yesterday was the first day without fever, but I still felt ridiculously weak.
It's worse than ridiculous to haul your body hundreds of miles just so you can visit with family, and then do nothing but lay in bed the whole time you are there, but there it is. Some of my cousins probably never even knew I was there! On the bright side, though, if it is absolutely necessary to get sick as death, it is very good luck to do it when my out-of-state Mother is around, as she is the most nurturing soul alive.
So I ran a mile this morning at 10:10 on the treadmill. I was surprised that I felt pretty good. Good enough that I will probably do another one tonight. I'm behind in my training and a little annoyed about it! My next 5K is on July 4th and I absolutely have to take off at least a minute from my last one. I don't know why, but I do! | 