Hey, I'm Even Getting a Workout When I Sleep!

Well, I've still been sick. I may actually end up taking a rest week and not just a rest day. I just haven't been able to kick this random virus (or multiple viruses). The fun thing about being feverish is my weird dreams get even weirder. Well, I don't know if it's fun, but it makes for some interesting memories when I wake up. Last night I was lucky that I happened to be turned away from my husband, since I actually slapped out in my sleep while slapping someone in my dream. I slapped my hand on the headboard--ouch! It's been a long time that I've gotten so physical while sleeping. I tend to get quite physical in dreamland--violence-wise, I mean. I hit people a lot--not sure what that means. I'm really fairly gentle and non-confrontational in real life. I also had a rather strong sentence in my mind as I woke up, which I guess came from my dream. I wrote it down because it amused me: "Give it up, you nefarious strawberry-stealing bastard!" So apparently I was working on saving some strawberries in that dream. All I remember is an earlier dream that involved sneaky aliens disguised as people and a pirate ambassador kidnapping me in a helicopter.

This has nothing to do with working out, except that my resting body has more time to think about weirder things. Probably cold medicine got to me last night.

So if I'm not better by Monday, I'll call my doctor and I'll rest a few days--except for a bit of yoga. I'd still like to try a new yoga class on Friday as long as I'm well and Ewan is well enough to go to nursery school that day--he's still sick, too. Keep us in your prayers!