I think. I hope. I really, really hope.
So after my awesome tempo run and second day of P90X2 last Thursday I was feeling great! I was looking forward to a rest day on Friday, but also excited to keep this going and finish March up strong. However a nasty bug flew in and found a place to visit - our home.
Let me start this by saying I am rarely sick. I'll maybe get the sniffles once a year, but I honestly can't remember the last time I was all out sick like what I just experienced. The same goes for the rest of us. We've been pretty lucky with the boys as well...I think this past weekend was making up for the lack of illness in our house.
I went to bed Thursday night at 11 and Zeke woke up at 1 AM Friday morning and was sick all. night. long. I stayed up with him on the couch.
It was a very long night and I wasn't loving the two hours of sleep I got with no chance to sleep the next day and having to go to work Friday night. After 21+ hours I finally got to go to bed and slept reasonably well.
Saturday morning I was feeling okay all things considered until about 11. Then I couldn't decide if I was actually getting sick or it was due to the lack of sleep. So I went into work and about an hour in I wasn't sure how I was going to make it another eight hours...chills, light-headed...not fun when my job requires standing 99.9% of the time and dealing with the public. I managed to stick it out for half my shift and an awesome friend came in to close for me.
I was sick. I got home went immediately to bed with a fever of 100.4 and pretty much stayed in bed for the rest of the night until it was Finn's turn to be up all night. There was no way I would make it another night up with a sick child, so lucky Ian got to deal with all the fun stuff this time around.
I was feeling a lot better Sunday, just really run-down and dehydrated. I went to work that night and thankfully it wasn't busy and I was able to get out early. I would have liked to run yesterday to get in a last few miles for the month of March, but I didn't want to push it so I had to leave my month running miles total at 53.18. I was really hoping to hit 60, but it is what it is. I'm still happy with that number, so it's okay.
So why did I tell you all of this? Well, it's my blog and I can do what I want. No, but I just to say that just because you have a goal, sometimes things are out of your control and you have to step back and be patient before continuing on. Whether it be an illness or injury, taking a short break and getting healthy first is the best way to go, else you risk lengthening the time it takes to really get back out there. I know I am stubborn (and so are a lot of other runners I know), but sometimes you just have to LET IT GO.
P.S. We might be the only family with young kids that has yet to see that movie.
What about you?
Are you impatient when faced with sickness or injury?
Have you seen Frozen yet?