I prefer to lock myself away from the world by choice, not because some renegade germs tell me I cannot frolic with the masses.
Being sick for a week was Hell.
Maybe I wanted to go out and socialize. Perhaps I wanted to tear down my walls and allow other humans access to me and my innermost feelings.
We’ll never know for sure, though, because I was confined to my sickbed by the flu bug.
It was a rough seven days, and I’m still not sure how I survived. All I know is that I’m feeling better, and ecstatic to be free to do whatever I choose.
Even if what I choose to do is sit home alone and avoid everyone.
Because this is America, and I’m free to do what I want.
Despite not being a social butterfly, I did resent not having the option to spread my wings and be free had the mood hit me.
Strangely, what I missed the most was running. For an entire week, I could not not put on my sneakers and hit the road. Breathing was difficult, I was lightheaded at times, and I strongly believed that I should never be too far from a toilet.
So the runs had to wait. And I got antsy. It pissed me off to fall down the leader board on my fitness app. I always get the most steps every week, but since I couldn’t run, I couldn’t stay at the front of the pack.
Not cool, flu bug. Not cool!
As my step count diminished, my resting heart rate climbed. And my boredom spiked.
While I might not always be the biggest fan of running, I have this lovely trait of wanting things I cannot have. As a result, all I wanted to do was run.
Cabin fever is real, Modern Philosophers. Even more so when you have a fever, and it’s constantly snowing. Then you really feel trapped and delirious!
For some reason, all I wanted to do was run. I think it was because I needed to feel healthy again. When I run, I feel alive and unstoppable.
When I’m trapped inside with germs running rampant through my body, I feel helpless and decrepit.
Plus, I’m really not a fan of blowing my nose until it’s redder than Rudolph’s.
You know things have reached a breaking point, when you’re itching to run three miles in a blizzard.
I finally got my wish. I went for my first run in a week last Saturday, and this morning, I pushed myself for four miles after doing shorter runs all week.
I feel human.
I feel alive.
Who knew running could be so good for you???
I’m just thrilled to be back among the living, because being a flu riddled sack of clammy flesh is no fun.
Do I have any wild plans for the weekend? Of course. I’m going to stay inside and relax.
I might have gotten rid of the flu germs, but my inner introvert has no plans to leave…