Yesterday got off to such a good start. I went for coffee with Jacqui and her adorable baby girl, Maggie. I haven't seen them since October. Jacqui looks great and Maggie has grown so much. It was a lovely morning.
When I got home I went for a run along the river to the airport and back. 5K in 36 mins 47 secs with an average pace of 7.21 mins per km. Felt pretty good afterwards. A little out of breath but not like I was going to die or anything. I probably could have pushed a little harder. I stretched and used my new stick afterwards. It made a huge difference. I wasn't sure it would, especially the first time. My calves are still tight, bit no where near as bad as usual. Why didn't I get a stick earlier? Or use the rolling pin?
Last night I went to boot camp with hubby. It was a blue sky and a warm evening. We worked out in shorts and t-shirts and outside. It was a ball workout. I like sit ups and push ups on the ball, but am so not a fan of running while holding the ball above my head. I felt pretty sluggish throughout. I thought it was just cause I'd been for a run earlier.
But by the end of the hour I had a blinding headache. Literally. The vision in my right eye was all blurry. Like looking through a really dirty window. By 8pm I was home, drugged up on T3s and in bed. I slept until midnight when I woke up to throw up for 2 hours. Slept thru to 730 this morning when hubby needed a ride to the train station. Then back to bed until Purolator rang the doorbell at 1030am.
I had something to eat and drank a bucket load of water. Now I think I'm going back to bed. I'm not even remotely interested in reading or watching telly, just sleeping. That's how I know I'm sick, when I don't even have the energy to read.