I hate being sick...and out of shape

Yesterday since we did not have school I took it upon myself to get in a really good workout. I woke up feeling pretty sick and knew it was going to be a rough day, my head was pounding and my nose was totally plugged. After finding some way to motivate myself I went to the gym and got all warmed up and hopped in the pool for a workout I had made for myself. I wanted to know how I was doing as far as being ready for the swim portion of a sprint tri. I did an 800 meter time trial that in all reality kicked my trash. I know Stephanie would laugh but I went a 12:33. That's definitely not my best but I think its an ok start for the season. All together my workout was only 1750 m long, for me right now, this was sufficient to kick my butt and I was dead when I got home. I had told Janna that I would go running with her in the evening though and so I managed to gather some energy from somewhere to get out and run in the 36 degree weather. I was feeling horrible before we even started and after one mile of our four mile run I knew I was in trouble. I could hardly breathe due to all the crap in my lungs and I was so tired from swimming that Janna immediately left me in her dust. I finally caught her at just before three miles but right then we hit a hill and I was done for, she seriously took off and by the time we finished I could hardly even see her (the last mile is a straight stretch). With about a half mile to go I was doing the old man shuffle just kind of sliding my feet along the pavement and I was actually wheezing. I spent the rest of the night trying to recover and I haven't felt that crappy in a long time. I was able to take some comfort in the fact that my best time on that run did kick the crap out of Janna's time but it still sucked.