Decided to take Friday afternoon and Monday off work, since suddenly I don't have much to do there, plus DH is on a bike trip that makes me nervous. Riding from the foothills to Aspen today, staying at a hotel, and riding back tomorrow. 172 miles each way.
So, he's crazy. He has strava beacon so I can see where he is, but there are afternoon thunderstorms and he's going over Independence Pass and I think he'll get a lot of rain this weekend. Cold front going through. I couldn't talk him into doing it next weekend instead.
Anyway, I decided to be gung-ho about fitness and do core work every day and work out all but one day a week in August...and then I slipped down 2 stairs and my knees are even grumpier. And Friday I swam, then got a migraine, so no core. Then Saturday I biked a short 9 mile ride with 6 high cadence granny gear hills. So that was good. Then was running an errand with DH and heading out to lunch with him and got a weird pain in the right side, down low. So, I just ordered soup and hardly ate it. DH got a good meal. The pain got worse and worse and then was alternating 4-9 on the pain scale, so we ended up at the ER as it was on the way home. CT showed it was diverticulitis, which my Mom and one sister have. Man is that painful. So...back on drugs and hardly eating; 2 antibiotics and pain meds. I slept pretty fitfully last night, and I just need to rest the intestines with a liquid or soft food diet, so I won't have the energy for working out. Anyway, given my streak of bad luck, maybe DH will be OK on his ride.