I have been MIA (in life) for the past month or so. Between the holidays, working more weeks of nights than I was supposed to work, and coming down with a nasty sinus infection last week, I have not been "living the good life" lately. No complaints, just sometimes it happens.
Thanks to a some lovely bacteria, I was knocked on my ass for the better part of last week. I called in sick 2 days (out of a 4 day week) and missed FOUR DAYS of workouts. I started feeling bad Monday night, and I finally gave in and went to my doctor on Friday morning after being unable to kick the sick on my own in 4 days (including Wed. and Thurs. nights off - I was working overnights). P.S. I think "kick the sick" is going to be my new catch phrase because I'm awesome and just made it up and it rhymes and everything!
Sunday and Monday I forced myself through some workouts because I couldn't take being sedentary for any longer. Now I am finally feeling back to normal, although I still have a runny nose and some sinus fluid drainage (sexy, I know). Unfortunately, I can DEFINITELY feel the hit to my fitness levels, however, illness happens and I'm glad that I took those 4 days and rested rather than push through and exacerbate the situation. How can I tell I am not totally recovered and back to normal? Well, for once I am actually able to ride in my Z1 on the bike without killing myself. I am pretty sure it isn't a "hey my legs are magically stronger" moment and more of a "wow my body is still fighting off an infection" kind of thing. Also, swimming on Wednesday (I was doing 300s) was really hard. Like really, really, really hard.
Anyway, the end is in sight. After this week I am off of nights for a little while, I am feeling 98% healthy, the rehabilitation of my knee is going well (PT, functional strength training, and 10 min. of running at a time), and my birthday is next week!
I am turning 27 again, not 28 (FYI), so if you are going to gift me a time machine, you'd better make it fast. If not, I'll figure something else out. :)