I felt like absolute garbage all day.
I don’t know why or how but it felt like a got a flu bomb overnight. I spent most of the day laying about, drinking lots of fluids and sleeping...but enough is enough.
I didn’t know what I was going to do but I knew I had to do something. So an hour on the treadmill with a core/rehab workout chaser it is. At this point it’s not about mileage or pace (yes, even writing that kills a little piece of my soul) it’s about sustained, low heart rate effort. Mission accomplished. NyQuil and bed for me.