Can I have a do over?
The weekend started out just fine with a short run at the lake in my old neighborhood with the track club, got to see all of my track club friends, followed by brunch at one of the track club member's homes near by. It was a great morning. By the time we returned home I was ready to go back to bed and it wasn't even noon yet. Some flu bug just got me. I spent most of my Saturday in bed. By the time I got up to do anything it was already 6 PM. Sunday wasn't any better, but my brother was in town and we needed to meet him and my sister-in-law for lunch, along with my dad and his girlfriend. They wanted to barbecue at my house (not my idea, by the way) , but I quickly nixed the idea and suggested meeting out somewhere. My brother, who doesn't know the area any more, wanted to meet at a touristy Mexican restaurant, the one I always get sick at. I really didn't care, so I didn't suggest someplace else. Getting together was nice. My meal was just OK. I didn't eat all of it and it still upset my system. Dang. I went home and spent the rest of my day back in bed, until about 8:00 PM, when I decided the dog hair on the floor was getting on my nerves and decided to vacuum. That was my exciting weekend. It had the potential to be great, but, ah well.
Today was RU. It was a bit of a struggle today, but I stuck out the exercises and never let on that I felt crummy. I did all of the usual things, lunge matrixes , pylometrics, some weights, stretching, etc... I figured the sooner I got it all done, the sooner I could leave. Under normal circumstances I like the workouts and I like to be challenged. Breathing was even a challenge today.
I'm going back to bed.
Tomorrow HAS to be better.
Flick Of The Wrist - Queen