Sidelined...again

Lately I've been feeling more like Buddy's Mama, the Slug, than Buddy's Mama, the Runner. I'm lucky if I get one run in a week. ONE. So so so sad. It's been sub-50 degrees most mornings, which is far too cold for my thinned-out Floridian, albeit former Canadian blood, can handle. I've been so pooped lately, too, which hasn't helped. I think I have SAD. :-S As Buddy would say, Where's Mr. Sunshine??? I miss the heat.

Let's see...what happened since my last post???? Oh yeah...I finally decided to go pick up my race packet the Sat before the Miami 1/2. That Fri (I still get the heebie jeebies just thinking about it), I got violently ill. I had no idea what was happening. I went to bed fine and woke up in the middle of the night with horrible stomach cramps. I stood up and became so dizzy and lightheaded, I was sure I was going to faint. Instead, I threw up. Five times. So gross. Poor Andy. Up and down all night getting me crackers and meds and water and gatorade. I was out of it for four days and couldn't keep food down for two. And I had a fever of 103. What was that??????? Severe dehydration soon set in and I think I lost a couple of pounds...but felt bloated beyond belief. Very weird.

So much for the race. As soon as I recovered (I still can't eat food I ate that day!), Andy got sick. He was worse off than me, minus the vomiting. High fever, chills, sweats, a horrible cough that's he's still trying to shake off.

Then Florida sunk into a deep freeze. I've been trying to get out as much as I can...I'll walk around the block and jog a couple of laps. Hey, it's better than nothing. I HATE bundling up!!!
At least I've been consistently lifting weights and watching what I eat, so the lack of running hasn't made too much of a dent in my pants size (yet). But I miss it!!!!

I did my weights this morning, so bring on the chocolate! :) Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie.