I was SO excited to meet Toby and Smooth at the JRP for a little run! I wasn't excited about getting up early on a Saturday, but I've been absent from my kids weekends for the last 3, so I really felt like I needed to be here for Easter weekend...here and present too. I woke up and half my throat hurt like it did when I went to bed and my body was achy and sore, but I'd done a good workout on Thursday. Second day soreness, right? I got ready and was just feeling off, but I figured it was just fatigue and everything else. Until I started driving there. I knew something was off. I just didn't feel right. However, I wanted to see my girls SO bad! It had been too long. I knew the pace would be fine for me keeping things easy and I could get through it. All my fears were confirmed when I hugged Smooth and she immediately said "your cheeks are warm. Do you have a fever?" "NO! No! no. no?" I knew this was the beginning of something horrible, and I was right. Each time we'd stop on the run my joints and body would ache more. It was hard to keep up with their pace and my throat was killing me and I couldn't swallow while I ran. I still made it through and felt emotionally refreshed and renewed from such a great run! But physically, I was spent. I had to hop in the car and get home ASAP, so after a short goodbye I took off. I shivered all the way home. Cried from feeling so crappy and knew something was horribly wrong with me. I suffered through what I had to do for the kids for Easter hunts and getting Lauren to her tri class at the gym (where she took first place girl again, of course!). There were tears (when I'm really sick and miserable I cry like a man!) and some forced yelling although my throat hurt like heck! I came home and curled up in bed (still shivering) and took some ibuprofen and went to bed. A couple hours later I woke up functional and started trying to get Easter stuff done. It was slow and methodical, but I suffered through. The last hour before I could down more Ibuprofen was always the worst. Shivering, pain, aches.... blech. But, I knew I'd get through this. Through a lot of naps and rests and sending the hubby away with the kids :) I got through the day and we got Easter together around 11-12PM (after he was wonderful and gave the boys haircuts while I slept) and then went to bed...late. The night was miserable. Sweating, chills, shivering, pain, can't breathe or swallow. I was miserable! My little 5 year old came in Easter morning to give me a hug and said "mom, I think I feel pee in your bed!" I laughed and said "no, sorry son that is just mom's sweat from being sick all night." I'm still not sure he believes me! But, I was pretty drenched. After the kids got their Easter baskets and ready for church (this was good times about 2-3 hours past my last Ibuprofen shot) I headed off to instacare. What a nightmare that was. More sorry stories about Rachel acting like a man dealing with sickness. Yes, there were tears. Yes, I laid on the floor of the instacare waiting room. No, I didn't give a flying fart how dirty it was! Yes, I waited so long in the room that the lights turned off from lack of motion, because I just laid down in my blanket on the bench. Then, the doctor finally came in. Strep it was. I kind of knew it. Whenever I have a sore throat, fever and feel like I got run over by a truck it is strep. The doctor took pity on my poor pathetic looking soul and gave me a butt shot of penicillin to jump start recovery and prednisone to take down the swelling of my monstrous size tonsils. I was happy to think about it doing double duty and relieving all those little aches in my legs too! Silver lining, right? The butt short hurt like a mother! I've never had a shot SO thick. It took like 30 seconds for her to push it through, it felt like it was shoved right in a nerve and would inflate said nerve with each push of fluid and...well...my butt still hurts! Finally got home and napped some more and when I woke up felt marginally better. Enough to attempt eating anyway. Bad mistake. It hurt SO bad...about 30 minutes after I'd finished. I stuck to popsicles, sprite and tea the rest of the day. Okay, so I had some pb m&ms too :) I did enjoy the first season of Arrested Development though!
So, that is my sob story about Easter Weekend. I got my running in, but it certainly wasn't the weekend I'd looked forward to at home for so long! As a side note for me to remember, it was interesting to note that my HR was 110 and my pb was 140/90. My normal resting HR is 55ish and pb is 110/70. Crazy how hard your body works when you are simply fighting off an internal invader! At one point on Saturday night I took my pulse and it was close to 130. Crazy. That is a good low recovery run HR for me! I was running all weekend! :)
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