No one is forgotten.
You know, last week after I got back from Vegas, I was tired from a late flight, having to work and run John’s business while he was gone. I was working 10-12 hours and just plumb ran myself into the ground. The result? I am sick. I never get sick. Never. The last time was in February of 2012 at the end of the Disney trip where I had a very sore throat and laryngitis, but not not a true cold like I have now. I cannot even remember the last time I had a cold. Years.
This is what happens when you run yourself ragged. I even declined a ride to bagels this morning. I really wanted to ride, but didn’t think I should, to which John responded, “If you are even thinking that you shouldn’t ride, that means you definitely shouldn’t.” He knows me too well.
It’s such a struggle for me to rest and recuperate. I am used to just plowing through. I have to remember it is okay to take a day off and let myself get better.
I had frozen yogurt for dinner, too, as pampering – just before a big storm blew in.
Here’s hoping I am well enough to ride tomorrow!