I have been sick. I have posted about it, I have tweeted about it, I have put it on Facebook. My friends are probably sick and tired of hearing how sick and tired I am. Last night I finally dragged myself to the clinic to discover that yes, indeed, I am sick. Apparently I have no less than 3 infections coursing through my body, as well as a possible 4th. Even the nurse didn’t want to be in the same room with me. I am now on heavy duty antibiotics, other meds to easy the pain and suffering I am experiencing, and waiting for the test results to determine if they should be treating the 4th infection.
Do you know what bugs me the most about all of this? That I have not had the energy or the inclination to work out, let alone take advantage of this lovely weather. I also know, from previous bouts with illness, that I will have to physically force myself to get into the groove again. I know that my energy won’t bounce back until I push myself. It is here I have the dilemma. At what point should I begin pushing? Obviously I want to put it off until tomorrow, we just established that my energy is low. I read somewhere that I need to learn how to judge my energy and if I am at 50% of normal, then I should do a workout that is 50% less. That’s a great idea, one I admittedly have yet to try. I am the type of person who has to work out in order to stay in shape. It doesn’t matter how little I eat, if there is no exercise involved then I don’t look good. I am not maniacal about fitness, but I do have to make it an important part of my life. When I get sick, it throws me off because my schedule is shot, and I just don’t have the energy to even attempt to keep up. I then beat myself up because there is a part of me that feels like I should just get off my butt and go out there, but the tired and worn out part says there is no way.
During this two week break from dance I had every intention of getting out on my bike every day. I had visions of rolling corn fields, cool morning rides, and the smell of freshly cut hay. I had even searched for new routes to take, hoping to explore more of my area on my road bike and enjoying the scenery. It’s horrible, but I have no desire to do any of it yet. I am hoping to wake up one of these mornings refreshed and ready to tackle the day. I need to get moving, for this blob I am turning into will just look like a lumbering hippo on the first day of dance.