Friend-Enforced Bed Rest

I’ve been placed on house arrest.

Or maybe it was bed rest.

I’m no longer clear.

What I do know is that I’m not allowed to go to Cardio Day at PlayFITStayFIT on Monday.

After being diagnosed. By Fall Risk. With the flu. And then rediagnosed. Again by Fall Risk. With a sinus infection. I have been largely inactive since last Monday.

Which, in my brain, means I’ve been resting for a week. Which my brain also loosely translates to lazy.

So Saturday, since I’d woken up with only a mild headache and sinus discomfort, I decided to do a nice 30 minute full body HIIT workout. I was obviously on the mend and ready to get back at it.

And when I woke up this morning feeling that sweet post-workout muscle ache, I decided to do another. Thirty minute lower body HIIT workout.

During which I got decidedly dizzy. And shaky. And…not quite throw uppy. But also not not nauseous.

And when I obviously whined about how hard Cardio Day was going to be. Because that’s who I am. Rogue and Fall Risk immediately put me on house arrest. Or bed rest. Or something.

Full exercise restriction.

And then gave me some bullshit about how my body has been working hard to fight this illness. Whatever it actually is. That this week has not actually been a rest week. Blah blah blah.

They did say I could participate in some active recovery tomorrow. A walk. Or maybe even a light jog.

And maybe. If I’m compliant. And my body doesn’t produce any questionable mucous colors between now and then. I might get to actually run. And go to Leg Day. On Wednesday.


You know, it’s not like I’m addicted to exercise. I just…I was doing so good. I fitnessed every day in January.

And now I can hear the voices. “If you don’t let your body rest, your body will make you rest.” Or however that goes.

So I…maybe am not the best at making good choices.

But I guess it’s ok to have people who will stop you from being stupid. And will save you the copays. From actual legit doctor diagnoses.

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