Maaaaaaaaaaaaan. The first week of the new year started off straight fire. Straight. Fire. I made this snazzy calendar to keep me on track and it felt so good to cross the days off as I crushed them. Tuesday the first through Monday the 7th. Fire. Fire. Fire.
I shoulda known something was up, you know how you can just tell things are too good to be true sometimes?
My first sign was literally 5 minutes after I took the above picture I discovered a huge hole in the crotch of my leggings and I didn’t get off of work for hours afterward. That was fun. But anyway, enter: Monday the 7th.
My cousin and I went for a 2 mile run/walk and about halfway through I was uncomfortable. My throat hurt and I just wasn’t feeling too sporty. We called it done, we took a picture (because if you don’t, it didn’t happen) and she was on her way.
I woke up Tuesday feeling like death.
Coughing, head ache, sore throat, exhausted. I called out, and then again Friday. I went to a walk in, and what do ya know – upper respiratory infection.
Great. Just freaking great.
This sickness has hung on for dear life. It’s now the 22nd, my throat is still sore and I’m still coughing. The doctor wasn’t lying when she said to expect a 2 week recovery.
Excuses, excuses right?
I haven’t studied or ran since the 7th and here it is almost February. All I can do is look forward and that’s what I’m going to do. Tonight, I’m going home and studying. I hope to get back in the gym Thursday morning, even if it’s just to walk on the treadmill.