Yesterday I managed to tire myself out. Twice. The first time was pretty simple; after getting up just before 9, I went out and had breakfast with some friends, then my wife and I (without taking a nap) went to the supermarket! I know! I mean, we must have gone up and down at least a third of the aisles. I had started to lag pretty early on, but once we were in the checkout line I got the keys and went and waited in the car, sitting down with my head in my hands.

Then in the evening, as if I hadn’t learned my lesson, I actually went out to see a movie (Ideocracy which, by the way, is incredibly recommended). It wasn’t too loud, which is good, and there were only a few times that I had to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths - I didn’t have to retreat to the lobby even once. But after sitting through 80 minutes of it and grabbing a burger (veggie) at the new Galaxy Cafe afterwards, well, that was too much excitement and I just had to go to bed.

Before 8pm. Yup, yesterday was an 11 hour day. This is a little short, even for me, but not all that atypical these days.

This is annoying, and it feels slightly embarrassing. Its hard for me to keep reminding myself that this is an illness, and that I should blame it and not myself for what’s happening. But just a month ago I was running 20 milers and feeling fine. Now my doctor (the same one who got me through my first 18 miler with ITB) has flat out forbidden me to even walk around the neighborhood, and after this weekend I have to say that I agree with her caution.

But it still sucks.

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