I'm going to go for a run.
No fuss. No muss. Just gonna tie on my shoes, head out the door and lope along my familiar thirty minute route.
To not beak into an uncontrollable coughing fit partway through and be forced to walk home.
To run the entire thing from start to finish.
To feel good at the end.
If it goes well, I might try the same damn thing on Sunday.
If that goes well, I'm running 7k on Tuesday morning and, if the stars align, I'm back to CoreFit on Tuesday night.
Swimming is going to have to wait another week I think. It's one thing to gasp my way through a run. It's another thing entirely to not be able to breathe 100% and to hop in the pool.
This damn cold has dragged on for two weeks now but I'm definitely on the mend. I know because instead of feeling a desperate need to sleep, I'm feeling a growing need to move.