Hi y'all
After running the hills of San Francisco it was straight back to work and no time to relax. Jetlag and all I had to get straight back in the saddle and work my ass off. Well this might not come as much of a surprise to y'all and most likely we all have to that right? So jetlag or not, cold or not you push yourself to overcome your tiredness and do what you have to do. Until you wake up two weeks later with a body temperature as high as a southern afternoon in July with no sweet tea around and a throat that feels like someone filled it with broken glass and added some salt to make it extra stingy.
And that is when the fun really starts. You wake up and the first thing that jumps to mind is:
NOT FEELING TO GOOD!!! What the actual juice is happening here?? So wait...I have to temp myself. Oh grose. Oh well. DARN IT!! I have a fever. WHAAAAT? I can't be sick. I just can't!
Right after that initial thought comes the second feeling and it goes a little something like this:
As you realize he's right and you should make that doctors appointment in the morning, call in sick for monday and yes even delay your running plans. That throat clearly has different plans and they need to be adressed.
So here's to being sick all weekend and to a speedy recovery this week. My life is to darn complicated for something stupid like losing my voice, battling a fever and serious throat pain. I need to run, work and take care of people. So FINE...I'll take care of this first and hopefully next weekend I'll update you with cool running adventures. That's it for now.
Until we read again, as always
Love, Marlies
After running the hills of San Francisco it was straight back to work and no time to relax. Jetlag and all I had to get straight back in the saddle and work my ass off. Well this might not come as much of a surprise to y'all and most likely we all have to that right? So jetlag or not, cold or not you push yourself to overcome your tiredness and do what you have to do. Until you wake up two weeks later with a body temperature as high as a southern afternoon in July with no sweet tea around and a throat that feels like someone filled it with broken glass and added some salt to make it extra stingy.
And that is when the fun really starts. You wake up and the first thing that jumps to mind is:
NOT FEELING TO GOOD!!! What the actual juice is happening here?? So wait...I have to temp myself. Oh grose. Oh well. DARN IT!! I have a fever. WHAAAAT? I can't be sick. I just can't!
Right after that initial thought comes the second feeling and it goes a little something like this:
Hooold on a second. Just hold on a minute okay?! So you have a little fever and a sandpaper throat. No biggie. You can work that off right? Just take a shower and go to work.
And than you try to move. That is when reality kicks in and you can't do anything else but admit that you do have a fever and you would be a moronic piece of S if you'd actually go to work and try to work it off. So that is when you start to feel....
Why....why...??? yep that's right....reeeaaaaaally sorry for yourself. Lucky you the fever allows you to fall asleep and just waste two entire days by sleeping, dragging yourself to the bathroom and back to bed and just wake up to try and eat a little and in waking hours post sad-me updates on Facebook. After two days the fever subsides however the pestering throat is still awefully soar and so you decide to take a good look in the bathroom mirror holding your tongue down with your tootbrush. Guess what?? GROOOOOSEEEEE! What are the white dots doing there?? DJIIEEEZ....no fair. At that point your super amazing partner walks in and tells you that you most certainly can not go to work tomorrow and as you try to tell him
your voice craps out entirely and as he raises his eyebrow and tries to withold a completely Sheldon Cooper worthy comment and his laughter all you can figure is
So here's to being sick all weekend and to a speedy recovery this week. My life is to darn complicated for something stupid like losing my voice, battling a fever and serious throat pain. I need to run, work and take care of people. So FINE...I'll take care of this first and hopefully next weekend I'll update you with cool running adventures. That's it for now.
Until we read again, as always
Love, Marlies
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