Monday. Oh boy, not a good weekend at all. I did nothing. I have not been able to get my head off the pillow all week. My sinuses must be infected or something. At this exact moment I am having a moment of relief (hopefully sign of it being over) but so far I have not had more than 15 minutes of relief at a time. Every time I think I will be okay, I fall back down. My head just feels like it is full of pudding. I think I am now immune to SinuTabs because they don’t seem to be working.
The weather has to have something to do with this. It can’t be a coincidence that it has been so hot and humid and my sinuses going berserk. This is sooo frustrating. I managed to haul my butt to the gym on Saturday afternoon figuring I could do stairmaster for 1/2 hour. Ha! I made it through 14 minutes and thought I was going to pass out I got so dizzy. I managed to stay on for 1 more minute and then moved over to the eliptical thingy with the arms. Not any better on that. Lasted 15 minutes at a slow pace making my priority to just not fall off. Then I did two ten minute sessions on the rowing machine — that actually seemed a little better. Maybe because I didn’t have to worry about falling off the rowing machine.
Yesterday I spent the entire day negotiating with myself. How about the pool? Even if I could get my head off the couch, I don’t think I can swim and the idea of going into that water where 5 million kids had been swimming for the last couple of days just didn’t sound appealing. (Coming from the woman who has swum in the Hudson River how many times?) Just get on your bike, please, ten minutes. Yes, Yes, I will do that as soon as I shut my eyes for a few minutes. 3 Hours later after coming out of a coma — let’s just try to read for a few minutes. Eyes can’t focus on a page. Let’s just shut my eyes for fifteen minutes. And so the day went on. I couldn’t even go to my friend’s get-together. The idea of getting out of my building and into a cab seemed more monumental than an Ironman. Ironman — oh that thing I’m supposed to be training for. Lord, Buddha, Mohammad — whoever might be listening — please help me get out of bed.
Finally at 9 p.m. I took two Tylenol Cold nighttime pills and went to bed. I woke at 6 a.m. with a sinus headache. This is ridiculous!! What would I even say to a doctor? My head is stuffy and I can’t think? Sinus stuff is not helping? I can’t get my workouts (or work) done? C’mon, buck up. Lisa is trudging through the dessert with a sprained ankle AND a torn quad and you can’t get your head up? Not very Ironman-like qualities. I couldn’t even get the energy together to boil a pot of water to soak my head. I did try using the neti pot every day but that doesn’t seem to be working. It almost seems to be making it worse or maybe my sinuses are so bad I need something more powerful.
Okay I don’t want to waste my 15 minutes of energy. I’m going to set up a head steam. Maybe this is on the way out and I can actually get to the gym and do SOMETHING today. I’m drinking soy milk for the first time — avoiding cow’s milk as I read that can aggrevate sinuses. I have been eating so well all week. Only good thing I can imagine coming out of this is I think I will lose a pound or two by week end because I’m too tired to cook or even eat.
I think I’m feeling a little better. Better take advantage of this. Now the big question is how to deal with guilt? How do I tell my coach that I didn’t do my workouts because I had a stuffed up head? How do I tell her that while she was running 300 miles in the dessert I felt it was too hot outside to get a workout in? Guilt, guilt, guilt. I must exercise my forgiveness muscles…
I’m too tired to think of a quote…