To train, or not to train? That is the question.
As I sit here covered in hives, struggling to swallow anything more substantial than liquid, I debate the age old dilemma of whether or not to stick to my schedule. I've got 7 miles on tap for today, and in an ideal world they'd be comprised of a warm up, mile repeats and a cool down.
Considering that my past two workouts were power walks performed shirtless on the treadmill (you have no idea how much a shirt and sports bra can torment a poor, itchy girl) - the odds of making it through a track workout (without being arrested) are slim to none.
Which leaves me with a home-based workout option. I can head downstairs, hop on the treadmill and see if I actually can run. Or just walk easy for an hour or so, catch up on some mindless entertainment. Problem with this scenario is that sweat makes the hives worse. Oh, and the swallowing thing sucks too.
Another cup of tea, another dose of prednisone.