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Bike a fever, jog a cold?

That's not the saying exactly but that's what I've been trying to do. I'm teetering on the edge of a nasty chest cold. Tonight's run I finally raised the white flag and walked the 3 miles instead of running 7 as planned.
I'm learning how to be more flexible. Slowly. I'm so determined in everything I do that it's hard to accept anything less than 100%. Even at a steep cost. So, tonight I walked. And now I'm going to slice up an apple, shut off the computer, and probably fall asleep before 9pm. A full three hours earlier than normal.
But tomorrow is boot camp...if I don't roll over and go back to sleep.

Cough cough!

Night everyone!

TTFN,
LauraLynne

Comments

Dizzy Girl said…
hahaha- cough cough!

But seriously LauraLynne- I won't lecture you on taking care of yourself when you're sick- but take care of you!!! Take it easy, you'll thank yourself later. :)

D
October 25, 2010 at 8:42 PM
MizFit said…
be gentle to yourself too.
October 26, 2010 at 3:21 AM
christina said…
HOpe you feel better soon!

I woke up all stuffy and Im so sore from yesterdays weight training that Im trying to talk myself out of going to the gym... Im such a slacker!

Christina
http://last-weight-loss-journey.blogspot.com/
October 26, 2010 at 5:22 AM
Dayne Gingrich said…
Hi LauraLynne,

Just wanted you to know Your Story was posted at CoachYourMind.

Thank you again... we need more people with your courage!

Dayne
October 26, 2010 at 3:44 PM
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