- Wednesday Jun 04, 2008
I am at work today, a feat only possible through the administration of Advil at critical increments during a 24-hour period. I feel pretty bland, to be honest with you, but i'm here and working and that's what counts. Although, i'm in a really katty mood and people would probably rather I stayed at home.
Gosh, I just feel so crusty I can't even think about anything else to write about.
I didn't run yesterday. This is probably adding up to the reason why I feel so crusty today - period, no running... but I just couldn't bring myself to go. It was raining outside last night and all I felt like doing was laying on the couch. I am supposed to be playing ball today, but it's still sort of dreary-looking outside so I think it might be cancelled. Tomorrow, I have a seminar in the city all day. Friday I am off work (thank the Lord) and am hoping to feel much better by then and be able to go for a nice long run. I will have much to make up for.
- Tuesday Jun 03, 2008
So I ended up staying at home yesterday, even while my boyfriend RAN without me... I tell 'ya, that was hard for me. But I managed to do nothing at all besides sleep. When I got home from work, all I wanted to do was lay my head down and start dreaming of better places. I guess I have WAY more energy in the morning than I do in the afternoon, because I was so gung-ho about running when I wrote my last entry but once I was home running wasn't even a word in my vocabulary. I felt a slight jealous shock to my system when my boyfriend decided to run, although I don't think he did as much as he would've if i'd been with him. For some reason, that makes me feel better. Imagine that, him not doing as well without me makes me feel better about myself... how selfish can I get?!!
So I got a whole lot of sleep last night.
A whole lot.
I woke up this morning with my period and immediately took two Advil. I've been monitoring my Advil intake all day, and will continue to take it over the next couple of days until I am feeling better. I think I caught it right before it started, so i'm hoping the Advil will take effect and not give up on me - I will even continue taking it during the night, waking myself up every few hours to take some more. Believe me, this is the only thing getting me through these times of the month.
My boyfriend has a fastball game tonight, but I won't be watching him so I might try to get my butt off the couch and onto the track, but I can't and won't guarantee that. I wouldn't want to disappoint myself, but these things happen and I have to let it all go sometimes.
- Monday Jun 02, 2008
Well, I am now suitably burned from my elbows to my wrists, even a little bit on the tops of my hands, from playing ball all day yesterday. It was incredibly windy, and with the hot sun it is never a good combination. For some reason, I forgot all about the necessity of having sunblock when you are going to be outside for 8 hours straight. Needless to say, it wasn't long before I was wind-burned and searching for shady areas to rest my burning body. Then, not long after that I added insult to injury (or however it's said) by still refusing sunblock then going out and getting sun-burned. I was a mess last night, slathering creams and gels and sprays all over my arms and face. I think my ears are even burned. I tried my best to relieve the pain, but it is still going strong today. It looks REALLY red in this flourescent lighting at work. I probably look a little like a boiled lobster. Yesterday I compared myself with a radish. I say lobster today because tons more creams have been added and my arms are so shiney and slippery I actually look like i've just been picked out of the boiling water.
ANYHOW, boy do I like to go on and on, huh?
We didn't place too strongly in any of our games, although we did end up winning the first two. I'm quite sure that every game we played yesterday was a gong-show in some way or other. I'm serious! I won't go into details, because it'll just get me worked up again, but let's just say it wasn't as much fun as I was hoping it would be. Oh well, live and learn. When we lost our third game, our day was done and while most of our teammates stayed and hung out, my boyfriend and I started up the jeep and took off back to town. Being burned and tired and having looked after both dogs all day as well, we were exhausted.
I want to run again, it feels like my muscles are jumping out of my skin, or at least trying to. I don't feel strong today, but I know that I want to run.
- Saturday May 31, 2008
I had a bad sleep last night, tried to hit the sack early but my boyfriend came barging into the house around 11:30pm, waking me up. Then he proceeded to *do* things around the house, like stomp to the bathroom, turn on lights, give the dogs what you have to assume is the greatest treat in the whole world by the way they were scrambling along the hardwood floor to get to them. I got majorly pissed off. Me being cranky is seriously not a good thing at any time, nevermind at 12:30am. I stormed downstairs and shut off all the lights, then gave some crazied lecture about waking people up in the middle of the night and stormed right back up the stairs to bed. Of course, I was WAY too worked up to actually sleep...
I didn't wake up until close to 9am this morning. Actually, I woke up around 5:30am, but forced myself to lay in bed until 9am because I was still pissed off at my boyfriend and I didn't want him to think that I could still wake up so early even though I didn't get a lot of sleep. We went for breakfast and then I went out for a long run. My long runs are about 45 minutes long. That's not very *long* in any sense of the word, but it's enough of a workout to leave me exhausted and unable to move for the next few hours afterwards. I didn't do well today. I think it's a mixture of bad sleep, too heavy of a breakfast, and too congested a chest. I almost coughed up a lung out there, i'm so glad no one else was around to hear me. I hope I get better at this. It's not much fun if you're CONSTANTLY struggling to get from point A to point B. 4km in total, running intervals. Oh, it hurts to see that in writing. Terrible.
I need to get groceries today and clean up the house. I also have some classes I need to look over in preparation for this coming Thursday. I haven't even glanced at the books yet and I really should do that at some point today.
Tomorrow there is a slo-pitch tournament our team is entered into. Ball all day! Whoot! Ball was secretly my calling in life, it's what I REALLY should've done with myself, instead of entering post-secondary school in Business Admin. I rocked at ball. I love ball.
- Friday May 30, 2008
Thanks for the concern ladies. I am pretty sure that i'm not pregnant which is why being this sick for so long is driving me insane. If I was pregnant I would be okay with it, but I don't think there's much chance of that happening. I guess I should keep it in the back of my mind though, just in case...
Anyways, today i'm feeling better, although I still have a darn cough and stuffy nose syndrome and it's driving me bonkers. And right now, my left forefinger is twitching nervously onto my keyboard and making it actually quite difficult for me to type anything at any decent speed. It's freaking me out!! I stare at it without moving my hands and the finger doesn't move; then the second I lift my eyes back to the monitor, twitch twitch. Then it's silent again. Then, twitch twitch. Argh!!! It's wreaking some serious havoc on my mental state!!
My boyfriend and I got an early start on the day again by waking up around 5:30am. We headed out to the track and this time I managed to run for 2km instead of weaseling out by 1km. It took 15:35. Yeah, that's about average for me right now. Hopefully it will get better by the end of August! My boyfriend did 2km in 8:47. I don't know why I keep adding his times in my entry, but for some reason I just HAVE TO. The reason will open itself to me at some point in time, i'm sure.
I felt pretty good this morning, although mornings are never a really good time for me. I realized that this morning when I seriously did not want to wake up. I went to bed later than usual, and should have known I wouldn't want to awake that early, but my boyfriend didn't let me go back to sleep (actually, I didn't try very hard to stay in bed - I hate it when people are disappointed in me in any way). The good news is that I got to wear a brand new pair of sweats to the track and they didn't chafe or sweat too much or start unraveling because I caught a string from the bottom of my pants on one of the monkey bars at the playground 200 meters away. Not that that ever happened to me.
- Thursday May 29, 2008
Well, i'm going to say that yesterday was my rest day, from running anyhow. I had slo-pitch (we sucked BIG TIME) and after that I was just exhausted... not sure why. I got home and took a bath and practically fell into bed. This morning both my boyfriend and I got up early to do our runs at the track. We were both going for a slow 2k. I only made it to 1k, then had to speedily backtrack home and get my butt into the bathroom because I was going to be sick. Imagine having walked to the track from home, then realizing that - oops - you're really sick and you really need to hit that toilet, then trying to hike back home without having an accident. I kept thinking about the projectile vomit that came spewing out of my dog's mouth yesterday (I know, too much information) and I barely made it home. I *ran* to the toilet, ladies. I've never been so embarassed. Okay, yes I have, but this was pretty bad too. Also embarassingly, I managed to stay on the toilet for at LEAST ten minutes before feeling physically able to get off of it.
I realize this is a bad start to the day. I also realize that out of the whole month of May, i've been NOT sick for only five days. I'm at work today because my mind just refuses to process the fact that i'm sick again. No, no i'm not sick. NO I'M NOT. I don't think I even have any sick time left anyways, even if I WAS sick. Which i'm NOT.
I get to go shopping today after work. That's a lot more fun than running right now.
- Wednesday May 28, 2008
1k again last night, did it a lot slower in 6:41 than the night before last (5:52 or something like that). I started off a lot slower because I was thinking about kicking it in the last lap. I rounded the first lap totally in control of my breathing and without a care in the world. Second lap I was breathing a little heavier, but was still more than able to carry on a conversation - I knew I was going too slowly, but I wasn't in a hurry - I figured my speed could develop later on. Anyways, on the last 1/2 lap I was trying to decide whether to carry on for 2k or kick it up for the last part of 1k. Finally I decided to kick it up, but I was way too late and came in at 6:41. I should have gone for 2k instead, or even 1 mile, because I felt really strong and good. The kick in the last 1/2 lap depleted whatever energy I had left though, so I packed it in after that.
My boyfriend ran 2k last night in 8:39. That's pretty good.
Tonight it's slo-pitch, so no running although I will try and walk to ball. That never really works out, even with the best intentions I always have too much stuff to carry with me. So prolly a walk with the dogs later on - maybe i'll sneak in a run there...
Gotta get back to work.
- Tuesday May 27, 2008
We took the dogs for a walk yesterday and made our way out to the track where my boyfriend proceeded to run his regular 1k. He made it in 3:51. I then decided that since my legs felt so strong that day that I should try 1k as well, just to see where i'm at, 'cause i'm curious and all that. So I did. As I started off, I could feel that my pace was way too fast, but I tried to only use my legs and give my lungs a bit of a break off the start. It didn't really work all that well. When I rounded the last curve of the first lap, my boyfriend said he took one look at me and made a private bet with himself that I wasn't going to make it the entire 1k. My face apparently was so flushed and he said I was making such an effort to breathe, he couldn't understand how I actually kept going! I don't remember being THAT tired, but I guess I was... the second lap was a little harder than the first. I had started out at a good pace and it was difficult to keep it up and by the time I rounded the curve of the second lap I was 13 seconds behind the pace I set in the first lap and I was ready to quit. But I kept going, and made 1k in 5:52, which isn't bad, but i'll definitely need to keep this pace for 5k or it's not worth even running it. We'll see!!
Walking around building today with my mother; my boyfriend thinks he wants to go back to the track again tonight, so if that happens then i'll have a little more running in this week! Yay!
- Monday May 26, 2008
I didn't get anything accomplished this weekend, other than trying unsuccessfully to get rid of my cold. I did leave work early on Friday morning, and slept for most of the day and into the night. Saturday I was still quite sick and while my boyfriend helped out with a fundraiser for his fastball team, I lay at home on the couch feeling sorry for myself. Finally, in talking to a friend of mine on the phone who asked me why I was beating myself up by not taking any sort of medication besides Advil, I caved and took some major meds. Saturday night was a friend's birthday party and while I was a little irritable, I made it through the night and woke up feeling WAY better on Sunday morning. The head cold had cleared and moved down into my chest. So today i'm coughing a lot, but my brain is clear and fog-less so i'm incredibly grateful for that.
I'm not sure what I can do in regards to exercise today. I want to get back into my running routine but I don't wanna go overboard and hence continue to pick up colds and such because I haven't given myself enough time to fully heal. Perhaps I will try a walk and see how it goes from there.
- Friday May 23, 2008
This cold doesn't seem to want to break any time soon!!!
Thursday: 6:00am walk; walk around building for afternoon coffee break... that's it. My head was too full to contemplate doing anything else. I'm such a suck when i'm sick, but I would've ended up vomiting if I had made myself run.
Friday: No morning walk; I am incredibly stuffy today and won't be walking around the building either. It's like i'm on strike, except my picket-line sign says "feel sorry for me because i'm sick" instead of "feel sorry for me because I don't think I get paid enough" and i'm losing energy each day instead of money. I hope the strike doesn't last too much longer, I can't *afford* to lose anymore energy.
Actually, I think I might go home sick at some point today.