I barely got enough sleep last night, but at least it was good sleep.
The day went ok. I chose to work through lunch instead of going to the gym because I was in the middle of something. That was a mistake, because by time I got done with work today, I could barely stay awake!
My afternoon fatigue in the last week has been awfully bad (please don’t let it be AF again). I hope it’s just still from being sick. I lied down on the bed after work when I was on the phone and I thought I was going to fall asleep. Dinner picked me up a bit. By that point it was too late. If I workout after 6 pm, I am pretty much guaranteed not to sleep at night (yes, that means every LUNA Tuesday).
Booked someone to mow my grass this week. I just don’t have the time. Thanks ODB for the urging me to do so.
It’s early to bed for me, because tomorrow is a LONG day!
I feel like I did just over a year ago when it comes to running. Defeated. I can’t breathe. I can hear myself and I sound like that person I always want to smack at events. My legs are heavy. I am slow, slow, slow. I can only imagine what I look like. None of my running clothes fits. I refuse to buy new clothes, so it’s too small running skirts, pouring myself into capris, or unflattering Nike tempo shorts.
July 8th can’t come fast enough. I don’t want to go see my regular Dr. before I see the new guy, but I may have to. I had my labs done 2 months ago and I never had a followup, which isn’t like me. I already had my heart set on seeing new guy. Praying he has a cancellation that I can take before July.
Despite all of that, it’s good to know I have a cheerleader who believes in me and supports me no matter what. Although, as much as a cry and whine to that person, I am surprised they haven’t run for the hills.