Well, technically we leave tomorrow. But it feels appropriate.
I had planned to attempt the 6k that’s run #1 on this week’s to-do list. I had the day off work, why not? But then, it became 11am and I left the house and did the following:
- Went to the mall to find a new New Orleans guide book. (Frommers’ Day by Day are my favourites.)
- Felt insanely weak and tired and sat in the bookstore waaaay longer than a normal person should.
- Failed to find said guidebook because Google sucks. (No more Frommers’ Day by Day EVER. I am crushed. I may never travel again.)
- Realized I had three hours until I was to meet Jill to head to the airport and meet our mom.
- Impromptu haircut time. (I haven’t had my hair cut in over a year. The poor stylist. Verdict: waaaaaaaaay too short.)
- Felt insanely weak and sat on a bench for an hour.
- Biked to Jill’s work.
- Met Jill.
- Biked to Jill’s home.
- Went to the airport.
- Picked up mom.
- Hung with mom.
- Went home to pack.
- Packed.
Now it’s late and I am tired.
I think not running today was the right move. Today was busy and I was more tired than I expected to be.
Our jet plane leaves at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon, so I have time to try that 6k tomorrow morning. Because all I have to do tomorrow is run, get to the jet plane and get on it. That’s it.
What I learned this week: being sick sucks. I just want to feel normal again. I want to not feel like collapsing in a ditch because I biked 3k.
Soon. It will happen soon. Illness is a lesson is patience.