I love love love the warm weather, and since the nice summer days are slowly dwindling down, I have been trying to enjoy every last minute of every one of them. Know what I don’t love? Getting sick on warm, summer weekends when I have fun activities planned.
Earlier this week, the joy started. Sore throat, feverish, congested head. I quickly started taking medicine to get rid of this unwanted friend….after all, I had a big weekend planned: two awesome concerts, an alumni football game, fantasy football draft party, and of course, a race I had been looking forward to running for weeks. Nowhere in that agenda was phlegm included. I thought things were going well. After all, I felt great at the Matchbox 20 /Goo Goo Dolls concert, and pretty good all day Friday.
Oh, hey, Saturday. Good to see you. Now let’s get sick.
I really do love my sleepy little hometown, so I was really excited for the Leetonia/Columbiana Alumni game Saturday evening. Some of my fondest high school memories involve watching my friends on the field every Friday night, so knowing I would get to see some of them in action again was something I really was looking forward to. In typical fashion, I went with my high school BFF, Kelly, to cheer on Da Bears. Unfortunately, our team lost, and I am sure most of my pals are feeling awful today after some hard hitting, but it was still a good time.
Since I felt like garbage the entire time, I opted to be responsible and went home to bed instead of joining everyone for festivities. Well, I tried to be responsible. I ended up sleeping zero minutes the entire course of the night, my sore throat intensified as the evening went on, and my head felt like it was going to implode. When my alarm went off early this morning to get ready for the race, I knew I had to do the one thing I hate: Cancel out of going. I HATE quitting, and not showing up to run a race I made a commitment to makes me feel like a quitter. However, I knew if I attempted to run the chances of me not finishing or ending up feeling worse were great. So I did not go, drove back to my apartment early, and decided to enjoy Netflix with hot tea since I didn’t have any other option. This of course led me to a familiar favorite: The Goonies.
Speaking of The Goonies, I found an article that shared “21 things ‘The Goonies’ Taught Me” on buzzfeed.com, a website that always brings me cheer when I am down in the dumps or bored. You can read the article here. #17 is my favorite: Friends are important….they are, after all, the family we choose. Today I was fortunate to have Whitney stop by with medicine and a milkshake to help me feel a little better. I am so lucky for the friends I have in my life, not just on days when I am a sick puppy, but every day!
Hope you all are having a nice, sickness free Sunday! Goonies never say die!