Sunday, May 18, 2008

All dressed up and no where to go

Here I sit, in my workout clothes, early on a Sunday morning trying to explain to my stupid stomach why it should feel better so we can go walking. It apparently did not want breakfast (an egg with 2 tablespoons brown rice) even though I explained that we have to have breakfast if we want to walk. And now my lungs are chiming in saying "wouldn't it be much better to sit in a steam room filled with eucalyptus?" I do not want to listen to them. I want to walk. I will give my stomach 15 minutes to cooperate and then I'm taking Tums or something and going out anyway. And my lungs can deal. It's not like I'm going biking or running. I'm just wanting to go for a nice walk by the ocean. Isn't that supposed to be some sort of cure anyway?

Alright, stomach is feeling a little better. I'm going.

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1.5 hour later, ETA:
Went for the walk. Slowly, and I cut the route short. A total of 45 minutes. I still feel like crap, but I'm glad I went. My joints all hurt like I have the flu or something. I hate being sick.

1 comment:

Jess said...

I'm sorry you are feeling like crap. I could have gone walking with you and my shin splints and probably wouldn't have slowed you down! Rest is important!