Sick

On Monday, when I woke up, I felt horrible. I could barely breathe, and my thoat felt like it was on fire. Oh, and I was exhausted. You know you're sick when you need a nap after walking from your bed to the couch. Needless to say, there was very little in the way of moving when I didn't have to.


But I watched TV when BK came home, and I played drinking games to my favorite shows with water and tea, and when I woke up on Tuesday, I felt loads better. Except that I didn't care about anything. It was enough to make me wonder if I'd suddenly became depressed. I knew I had errands to do, but couldn't motivate to do them, and I ended up cutting all but the most essential.


Then, when doing said errands, I was exhausted. I wanted to nap a bunch of times, so I decided to skip the gym, thinking that I was probably still sick. And then later, I started shivering and coughing, so I'm still sick.

Now, I didn't meet my triathlon goal last week, but because I came up with it late into the week, I wasn't really expecting to. However, I'm determined to hit that goal, at least. I am feeling a lot better right now (I went to bed way earlier and forgot to post this last night, and then slept in), and I'm in a perfect mood for yoga, so I'll do that after breakfast and see how I feel, then head to the gym.