KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
91-92 Sick days
I hate it when I feel sick. But I did, and despite trying to convince myself to exercise, nothing worked. I walked up and down the stairs trying to convince all of me I should run them, but that was a fail. The second day of being sick, I slept for an extra 2 hours and, by the afternoon, though I could go for a run on the treadmill in the gym. I got myself ready; however, it rained. The sky here in Louisiana doesn’t always feel the need to say it’s going to rain. Sometimes the sky just drops buckets of water down.
I decided not to let that stop me and started up a Body Project clip. It looked good, even if my warm-up was half-hearted. I stopped when I saw I needed dumbells. I started another one, did the warm-up and 2 lots of the 45-second exercises. That was it. I couldn’t do anymore.
So I didn’t. I did get my husband to bring steak home for dinner just in case I was anemic. I don’t know if I was weak or not, but the steak was beautiful.
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