I do not feel well. At all. My throat feels like sand paper, I’m exhausted but unable to sleep, and I just basically can’t get it together today at all.
Because of the 12 hour time zone shifts, I’m having issues with sleep. I seem to get an hour or two nap at random times but I’m at such a deficit that I really need a solid night’s rest… and that’s just not happening.
I can’t tell if the sore throat is due to said deficit or a sign of illness to come. Ugh. I hate being sick… I’m about as awful a patient as one will find. Wallowingly whiny and whiningly wallowing.
This morning I went out for a run at 4 AM. This afternoon a did a second run to try and alleviate the scavenging of junk food that occurred throughout the night and into today.. My times were still distressingly slow.
Having eaten half of everything in sight, I’ve now gone through and thrown out anything that’s open in the hopes of curtailing bad binge snacking.
I’m hoping for an early night as I need to get right before this weekend’s race. At least it’s a bit closer — an eight hour drive out to the Arizona desert this time. I keep going back to the desert, looking for something and finding nothing. One day perhaps I’ll have better answers and insight. In the meantime, I guess I’ll just wallow and whine.
Dammit. That means I probably am getting sick. Phooey.