I feel like I'm heading into the confessional.
It has been 11 days since my last CoreFit class.
It has also been 11 days since my last run - unless you want to count the 3k one I tried on Saturday morning.
It has been 10 days since I first started feeling a cold coming on.
As you might guess, I have not dipped one single toe into the pool.
If this continues much longer I'm going to start growing moss.
The worst diabetes day I have ever had didn't sideline me for more than a few hours. A day at the most.
Not 11 days.
Being real people sick sucks.
One positive thing is that I had decided not to run the Niagara Falls half marathon before I got sick. If I hadn't decided not to run, I would have been forced to decide not to run. That's never a fun position to be in. But the fact that I could not have done a long run last weekend or the weekend before would have forced me out of the running.
My goal for this week is to get better. To stop coughing incessantly all day and all night. To find some of my energy. To sleep through the night again.
I need to start moving again. My body does not like a sedentary lifestyle. One look at my insulin usage can tell you that. On a regular day, in a regular week, I use about 40 units of insulin. For the past 10 days, I have eaten less than I normally eat and yet averaged 51 units of insulin per day. It feels like all I have been doing is chasing highs.
I want to be able to try an easy half hour run on Tuesday. I want to be able to go to CoreFit on Thursday night. I want to be able to swim by next week.
Right now, none of those things are a good idea based on how aggressive my cough still is.
So I'm doing what I can to heal and waiting impatiently for the coughing gods to find someone else to annoy for a while.