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I Sick

Every time I get sick I find myself whining to Dukie by saying I SICK in the voice of my little niece. I was visiting My sister's family in the UAE a few years ago and  I remember driving out to Oman for a cruise and little Rosie was not feeling well. I then spent the drive back to Sharjah, after the cruise, in the back seat with Rosie and a puke bag while Rosie said over and over again 'I SICK'. And sick she was. I was sharing her bedroom while visiting and she coughed all night long almost every night. I felt so badly for her.

And now here I am, day number four of not feeling very well and day number two in bed. Yes I am blogging from bed. On top of it, I have been on the road for work and my workout options were not that great. I got in some of my workouts but certainly didn't get everything in. I also missed my long run yesterday and will miss my long ride today.

After going to the doctor this morning, I stopped in the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions. I have quite possibly the best pharmacist you could wish for. I have been going to this pharmacy for a long time and the pharmacist seems to remember me every time I walk in the door.

So I was diagnosed with an upper respiratory infection and when I went to pick up my prescription the pharmacist instantly empathized with me. You see, I was just in there about a month and a half ago with a sinus infection and had an allergic reaction to the medication I was prescribed so I was back there day after day until I finally got a prescription that didn't make me sick.

Anyway, as I was sitting there waiting for my prescription the pharmacist started telling me about his recent illness. He knows that I work out a lot because of another circumstance from a few years ago. I'll spare you the details on that one... Anyway, he was telling me that he is doing 2 a days 6 days a week and had to take six weeks off because he went back to his work outs too quickly after having a similar virus.

As you probably guessed the biggest challenge for me when being sick is knowing I shouldn't work out and so I constantly sit around plotting out my return to the athletic world. I thought I might try and go to the gym today but I have no interest in getting off the couch. I also don't want to find myself sick again in a few weeks or not better in a week or so because I plodded on when I needed to let my body heal. So my new plan is to see how I feel at 4:45 tomorrow morning. If I'm feeling like I did this morning, I will roll over and sleep until work...

Until them I'm going to lay around and not feel badly about it because 'I SICK'!!!

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  1. Oh, Sarah, I know this scenario all too well. And unfortunately, it took being a couch potato for me to get better. Be kind to yourself and the quicker you will feel better. I know it's hard to do, but try to focus on getting better rather than on the workouts you are missing. Much easier said than done, I realize. I hope you feel better very soon!

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  2. Honor what your body is telling you! And I say, if you are feeling too crappy to get up for the workout, you're likely too crappy to go to work too! Feel better my friend - I need Sarah time!

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  3. I hope you are feeling much better now since it's been a week!

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