I’ve spent the past two days in bed, thoroughly knocked out by the cold I felt coming on Friday. In a way I’m glad it hit when it did because I was able to do my long run on Sunday, but obviously I wish more than anything that it hadn’t hit at all. I’m feeling a lot better today than I did yesterday, and I expect that tomorrow I’ll be able to return to life among the living. But I feel so thrown off my schedule since I’ve been in a brain fog since waking up yesterday.
Getting sick sucks! There’s nothing like spending a couple days immobile to make you appreciate how good it feels to get up and move around to your heart’s content. Even though it’s only been two days, I miss my healthy body. I considered running today but ultimately decided it was probably better not to push my luck. As a result, I’m restless and extremely antsy. I’m considering doing some yoga in a little bit just so that I can work out the creaks in my joints and shake off some of the cobwebs that have built up.
It’s amazing to me how quickly a drop in activity can affect one’s mood. Careful monitoring and observation (actually more like casual empirical evidence) has helped me figure out that I’m fine taking one day off of activity at a time. Anything beyond that starts to get a bit dicey–by the time two days have elapsed I’m starting to feel a bit down. If I happen to go a week without exercise, chances are pretty good that I am definitely in a funk. It’s tricky, too, because as my mood plummets, I feel less inclined to get moving; as I move less, my mood continues to plummet.
In my opinion, the best way to avoid that vicious cycle is to avoid getting caught up in it in the first place. And since I’ve already surpassed my limit when it comes to a tolerable amount of time off, I’m really looking forward to getting out for a run tomorrow.
Are you also addicted to movement? What’s your limit when it comes to number of days off at a time?