It’s been an interesting few days. It started out great with a planned day off work on Friday. The sun was out and while it was still cool out, it was nice enough to drive with my windows down! It was a brief glimpse of Spring, which is hopefully not far around the corner. I decided to join my friend at Title Boxing Club for an hour long boxing class. She’s a member and can bring guests to try it for free one time. I knew it was going to kick my butt, but that was Friday and this is Sunday, and my back and shoulders are still in pain. It was nonstop rotation from punching combinations on a heavy bag, with pushups, abs, jumping jacks, etc, in between the punching. I was a hot sweaty mess afterward, and am still wondering when my muscles will recover. But it was pretty dang cool, and if it ever works out in our budget, I would consider joining.
However, around 5 am yesterday morning, I was puking up the last of my champion spirit, and continued doing so until early that afternoon. I don’t know what hit me, but it felt like the heavy bag I’d been attacking the day before had decided to take it’s revenge on my stomach. I spent most of the day in bed and sipping on Sprite, meanwhile missing out on my grandmother’s surprise 80th birthday party as well as my mother-in-law’s wedding reception. Not a good day to be sick!
Today I’ve been functional, but still weak and with a barely there appetite. I’m so hoping tomorrow I’m back to normal since I’ll be back at work. I’m also hoping to be much less sore so I can get back to running – I’ve got another race in less than two weeks, so I’ve got to be working on beating the time I set on Valentine’s Day!