In the last three days, I've felt I've been run over a bus, plowed into a wall and come down with a horrible flu. Or, put another way, I've hit the wall at mile 130 in Ironman and I'm walking the whole way to the finish line (oh, wait, I have actually done that!).
Exhaustion has set in. I've been waking up every morning this week feeling even worse than the previous morning - barely able to move my arms, feeling stiff as ever and feeling like I've had no sleep. I soon realized that I can't pull 11-hour work days consecutively anymore and it has caught me too late to remedy. Therefore, I have not left the house once today - I'm working from home. After starting a bit of research at 7:30 this morning and getting it done an hour later, I started getting ready and just had to sit down. With a cough that started yesterday, I decided to be safe rather than sorry and work remotely, wearing shorts that don't even fit because I was feeling overheated this morning (lovely, huh?).
It makes me a little frustrated, to tell you the truth. To let some alien thing take over your body and prevent you from doing what you're used to. I've done one workout this week - I feel like such a slacker! But, I hear my mom's voice in my head to take it easy (she did yell at me after I told her I worked 11 hours earlier this week), so I need to be ok with this.
But here's what I need to remember: it's hard work making a baby!
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