Sunday, January 19, 2014
I felt great Thursday evening. But when I went to bed, I started coughing. I couldn't sleep, and that really derailed my recovery. I thought I'd be going for a walk on Saturday. I did some work in the garage, did some laundry, and then spent the evening on the couch. Our trip to the grocery store exhausted me.
Today is already full: church in a bit, baking, watching the Seahawks game, more work in the garage. Thank goodness tomorrow is a holiday for me. I'd love to get some sleep.
I've come to realize that I just need to wait this thing out, and start slow when I'm ready to work out again. I'm not exactly sure how that's going to work, but I recognize that I just need to deal with my frustration. This is a temporary setback; working out too hard, too soon, will only set me back again. Any gains I made would quickly be wiped out. So relax, kiddo, and just deal.
Not that I enjoy any of this. And I'm sure I'm miserable to live with right now.