Fridays

Fridays are hard.

For several weeks in a row, it seemed like all the bad stuff and upheaval was happening on Friday, and now that things have settled back down, I still haven't managed to get to the gym on a Friday. For two weeks I have dragged my warm, cozy self out from under the covers and out into the (very) cold, harsh world, once on Monday, and again on Wednesday. I have ran/walked my little heart out (I am back up to warmup, 8 minutes running, 3 walking, 8 running, cool down), listened to my tunes and watched a bewildering collection of infomercials, home improvement and weather channel on the big, silent gym TVs.

But not on Friday. Last week my phone completely failed to go off (Actually I suspect that Big Bit had switched the volume controls.) and this week I opened my eyes, lay there for a few moments dredging up the willpower to move and realized that I was wheezing. Not from a stopped up nose but something in my chest making a distinct whistling sound whenever I breathed.

Immediately I quoted my heath and fitness teacher's guidelines for exercise to The Husband (Sick above the neck, exercise. Sick below the neck, don't exercise.) and rolled back over. I felt distinctly guilty at the time but have continued to wheeze all day and have developed a low grade fever, so I feel like it was a good call, even if not entirely unbiased.

I really am going to get back to weighing myself regularly but right now - the floor is seriously icy and warmth should be treasured.