Last week I started to wonder if I was getting sick. I didn't really have any symptoms, but I was SO tired. It wasn't just that I was waking up at 4:30 every morning or working until 10:00 at night. My tiredness was a bone-weary exhaustion. At night I couldn't seem to function, and working during the day was practically painful.
When I awoke Saturday morning, though, I felt great. I was a little worried Friday night, because Saturday I was scheduled to run a half marathon. I had one goal in mind: beat my time from last year, but if I was still so tired I didn't know if I'd be able to do it. Well, I felt great, and my time reflected that. I was able to push a little harder, the weather was great, and I clocked a time that was 5 minutes faster than last year. Huzzah!!!
So, I thought I was doing well. I was very tired afterwards, but that's kind of to be expected. I went home, showered, and slept for a few hours. It was beautiful.
Sunday I was still really tired, but I had stayed out late the night before (a night at the theatre and driving a friend home), and I figured my body was still worn out from running 13.1 miles. I went to work, I napped when I could, and I was fine. Things went well for Monday and most of Tuesday.
By Tuesday evening, though, I could feel that something was different. My head hurt, my legs ached, and all I wanted to do was sleep. When I woke up Wednesday morning, it was official. I was sick. My throat hurt, my ears hurt, my nose hurt, my eyes hurt. I took the majority of the day off from work to recuperate.
Today I'm back at work, but I can't say I'm feeling much better. All I really want to do is sleep. The worst part is, I know this isn't even close to the worst cold I've had. It actually isn't all that bad except for the bone-weary tiredness. So, this tells me something. I need to sleep. I need to sleep a lot. It's obvious that's what my body's craving is rest. I've been pushing hard for a while now, and I'm simply exhausted. This is made obvious when I go to bed at 9:00 pm, wake up at 7:00 a.m. and am still exhausted.
So, I skipped my runs this week (I hate doing that). I'm sleeping more. I'm eating much better. Hopefully, by treating my body with a little more care, it will care for me back.