This week involved two separate days of people poking me and shit. The first one was some thing for work that everyone told me I should do becuase it gives me a discount on my health insurance.
Whatever. Let the vampires take my blood. The second was my doctor visit where I agreed they could give me a tetanus shot since my last one was ten years ago.
Yeah. I feel like garbage. I knew I was in bad shape when I went for a run Saturday morning and at a 12:50 mile, my heart rate was around 160bpm.
What the hell? I guess that thing about "your heart rate can tell you when your sick" is kind of true.
Here's a breakdown of how the whole week went. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday were recovering from the super fun half-marathon I ran on the previous Saturday. And I have no idea why the tetanus shot voodoo waited until Friday afternoon to strike, I got shot Thursday morning.
On the other hand, Friday morning was an excellent run. And I'm happy to welcome Farmer's Market Saturdays back into my life was well.
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