This morning I woke up and felt like a thousand knives were stabbing me in the stomach. I have no idea what happened, but it hurt to breathe and I could barely walk around. Needless to say I could not attend the plans that Neil and I had for this morning and I had to go back to sleep because it was really all I could do.
I didn’t want to go back to sleep because I was already awake. I had had something similar happen to me before and the only way it went away was when I went back to sleep. I finally managed and when I woke up at 12:45 pm (gasp), the pain was gone. I do not like waking up at 12:45. Ask me what time I preferred to wake up a few years ago and my answer would have been completely different. My head was foggy from too much sleep and I felt like I had wasted half the day.
When I finally got up, however, I thought about it and realized that I really hadn’t wasted anything. My legs are still sore (3 days later) from the gym and I know my body could use the rest. My stomach obviously did since now it feels better, and my mind is always running around and planning what needs to be done when, so any break I can get from that is probably beneficial.
Now that the sleep fog has lifted, I actually feel pretty productive. I was planning on finding a new pair of pants to replace the ones I ruined with the laundry explosion, but I can take a rest day today and slow down.
First part of my rest day: celebrate national coffee day with the usual doppio espresso: