So I had grand ideas of what I was going to accomplish workout-wise over the last few days. Friday - swim. Saturday - run. This morning - elliptical and weights. Instead I'm coughing like crazy and just dragging myself around the apartment.
I don't know what is up with this cough. It's a deep cough, from my lungs, but there's no accompanying stuffy head and it's not really a productive cough, as the doctor would say. But I woke up yesterday feeling like utter poo and didn't make it to church. Last night I was feeling a bit better, though today I'm still coughing as much as ever. At least I have the day off work. Rhode Island celebrates V-J Day. It's great to have a random day off in August and I was looking forward to Jason and I getting out and maybe going for a hike or to the beach. Oh well.
Yesterday I crocheted and knitted and watched period pieces. Then Jason came home from church and we burned through an entire DVD of season 2 of Star Trek: The Next Generation. Because we're cool like that. We like to Netflix TV shows and run through all the seasons. Neither of us watched Alias when in was actually on, but we watched the entire series last year.*
Today I still feel kind of yucky and the idea of doing much more than taking a shower (which I already did) sounds kind of exhausting. Stupid cough. Stupid cough with no point to it. My main goal is preventing another cracked rib, because, seriously, that was a major drag.
* And marveled at how incredibly crazy it became over the years. I mean, it was always pretty crazy, but it got REALLY crazy.