In case you didn’t know, I got the flu.
I wrote about how to fix it here. (My tips don’t work, but try them anyway! It’ll be funny)
So the day before I got sick, I went to the gym for the first time in AGES, and it was actually the best time I’ve had at the gym/exercising in such a long time that I got super excited about exercise again and was so inspired that I just wanted to go to the gym again!
Then I woke up feeling like death herself.
So I took a day off, let my body recover a little, drank heaps of water and tea, and hoped that I would be feeling better soon.
Yesterday I went to work after having slept since 6pm the night before, and I felt like my fever had broken! My cough was still around, but everything else seemed OK! So I braved the gym again.
I am seriously not a smart cookie, OK? We’re aware of this.
I tried. I tried so hard. I got on the treadmill to do a warm up 1.5km, and after 2 minutes I was sweating buckets (guess that fever hadn’t broken like I thought), and my head was starting to spin a little, my nose started running, and my chest started to ache…. *thumbs up*
I slowed things down to a brisk walk and completed the 1.5km warm up. (Taking the time to sanitise the areas I had come in contact with thoroughly)
Moving on, I started my upper body workout as planned.
It didn’t go as planned.
I think the phlegm induced paranoia set in at this stage, and it felt like every man (why are there still only men in weights rooms across the globe?) in the room was staring at me as I picked up my (delightfully) light dumb bells and began.
Eventually I had to just stare straight ahead of me and ignore it (good advice for all the ladies of the land), and I finished my scheduled upper body workout relatively unscathed! None of the bros in the room approached, and I skipped out of there delighted that I didn’t have to stop for a coughing fit.
I approached the StairMaster with trepidation, telling myself I would take it easy and only do 5 minutes.
I only did 5 minutes, didn’t die, and didn’t push it.
Here’s a picture of me after being at the gym. I don’t look as happy as I really should that I didn’t die.
So there you have it. I went to the gym with the flu, possibly sweated enough to fill my comically large water bottle, had some weird paranoid delusions, and my fever broke! YAY!
I also kept a good thing going by allowing myself to take it easy, while maintaining my interest in the gym.
Do you workout when you’re sick? Have you had any bad experiences at the gym? Disaster stories?? Share them in the comments!!!