Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Fuck You, Wednesday.
Can we just cancel today?
I wasn't feeling well when I woke up this morning - stomach issues - decided to tough it out and hit the gym anyway, as it usually makes me feel better. (Endorphins are wonderful things.)
Get to the gym - it's closed. The opening guy never showed up. I waited around for a half an hour with other people who were just as mad as I was, and then drove back home through the snow.
I was super fucking pissed because I'm missing out on a scheduled run, which is also part of a Nike+ challenge. (Not that I need any motivation to run, but my competitive nature always makes me want to see where I end up in the worldwide stats.) All the way home my stomach was churning and rolling and getting more unruly.
After I made it home and vomited, I felt a bit better (too much information?) - and thought that I'd try to slog through work today as best I could.
I finished up all my essential duties and then told my bosses I was going to call it a day. One of them is a major germ-a-phobe, so it really wasn't an issue that I was going. The drive home was a relief just for the fact that I could see there's a light at the end of the tunnel. (It's a metaphorical tunnel - there aren't any real tunnels on my way home.)
So now I'm on the couch, about to take a nap, and hoping the rest and fluids will do the trick.
Because today's run is moved to tomorrow - and Friday is my 12-miler.
And nothing is going to keep me from those.
So fuck you, Wednesday - you're out of here.