After the wedding we attended Saturday night, I woke up the next morning feeling unwell -- and not in the "maybe that shot of Tequila was a bad idea" kind of way. By Sunday evening my throat was sore and my body ached and my head felt like a leaden balloon.
Those six miles I had planned for the weekend went right into the waste bin like a used tissue.
My condition was worse yesterday, causing me to call in sick from work, despite being on deadline this week. I slept until about 1 p.m. before I needed to get some food. Chick-Fil-A made me feel loads better. Back at work today.
And hopefully, soon, back to running.
My goals for this week are four runs for 16 miles, with a long of seven miles and at least one trail run. I neglected to weigh myself, so we'll see where I am next week.