My office is open today — apparently dancers don’t need to celebrate the fantastic Mr. Columbus — but I’m not at work.
I didn’t get back to the city until very late last night. Thank you, northern-bound traffic on the highway. I walked into my apartment and kept my eyes open for about 8 seconds before I passed out.
Apparently 10 miles of running and a day spent in the bathroom can really wear a girl out.
I woke up a few times during the night because my stomach was uncomfortable, but I mostly slept fine.
Then my alarm went off at 6 am, and I just couldn’t fathom going to work. My stomach was dancing, my whole body ached and everything just hurt and felt tired.
Thank goodness for sick days.
I fell back asleep and didn’t get out of bed until 11 am.
I’m still not totally convinced that I’m battling Crohn’s right now. I think the stress from the marathon, and from everything else in life, is just exhausting me. Today the plan is to tackle my emails, clean my apartment, watch plenty of “Modern Family” and, if my stomach lets me leave the house, do some grocery shopping.
Pajamas are necessary.
Workout clothes are not.
I promised Brian I wouldn’t work out today. I know a total rest day is for the best. I know I need it. I also know that I really love that 5:15 pm Chisel class downtown. But, no! I will not go. I will stay strong, I will rest, and tomorrow I will feel better.
Now it’s on the Internet, so I have to stick with it.
Happy Monday, everyone!