This weekend, like this blog post, is kind of a wash. I'm sick, still, & my weekend attempt to re-enter the world of the living failed. Bleh.
I woke up on Saturday & thought I felt better, so I decided to tackle Thanksgiving menu planning. It's a work in progress. I hadn't worked out all week, so I decided I felt well enough to go to Spin. I did the class, then stayed & did my weight routine. Spoiler alert: I didn't die.
Then I drove to Brentwood for my friend's baby shower. This is where things took a turn. A couple of mimosas & 2 hours of nonstop talking put me over the edge. I felt terrible by the time I got back home. Aside from grabbing Indian with John for dinner, I did nothing but complain about how terrible I felt.
I woke up on Sunday & still felt not-great, but I was scheduled to run 6 miles with my lady gang, so with zero thought about maybe this isn't a great idea, I attempted to run 6 miles. I made it to 4, which is honestly shocking. My knee gave out (who knows?!), so I walked to rest of the way. (My knee still hurts - ?!?!)
Yesterday was my family's Thanksgiving. I felt super terrible, but I powered through. Last night is a NyQuil-filled haze.
In summation: I'm still sick (did I mention I'm sick?), my knee is swollen & sore & freaking me out & I spent today at the hospital with my mom while my dad had shoulder surgery. Oh, & then I had to drive home from Smyrna in snow-pocalypse.
I probably shouldn't publish this blog post...