The boy and I have been ill since Sunday. Probably the flu. Definitely fever. Definitely painful coughing.
I cancelled my sub job for Tuesday. Come to find out it was the WRONG TUESDAY and I was a NO SHOW for this morning!
Gets better. The kids missed their eye appointments this afternoon! All three of them! I forgot to cancel the appointment!
I think I’m delirious. R came home from work in the early afternoon and I had slept all morning! A whole morning wasted!
Now any sane person would think, Um, you’re sick. Of course you need your rest.
Alas, I am not sane. When R went to pick up the girls from school, he came home to find a freshly scrubbed kitchen floor and de-grimed tile countertops. Also, I was scrubbing the oven like there was no tomorrow.
The kitchen was getting disgusting and I was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
After a delicious dinner of homemade sloppy joes, I changed into work out gear and said, “I need to walk. I’m gonna do six miles.”
“Are you serious?” R asked.
“Yes! The half marathon is in a week and a half!”
The first mile I thought I was a bad ass! I was walking for the first time in over a week. Last week I had a week long sub job in a kindergarten class that left me exhausted every day. I intended to walk a few times after school each day but I couldn’t. I couldn’t muster up any energy at the end of the day.
The second mile I was cursing myself for being so ambitious.
In the end I did six miles in under two hours. You’d think I’d be exhausted after having been ill for a few days and with little physical activity for the past week but I feel great.
Ask me how I feel in an hour.