The Path Of Least Resistance

I've spent the last three months laying in bed, resting. Doctor's orders.  However, as time has progressed I have found that I feel worse.  Spending an entire day off laying in bed feels like it can no longer be justified.  I feel awful pretty much all the time, but I could never push through it.  The last two weeks have been the most difficult.  Not sleeping, not being able to eat properly, constant nausea, and pure exhaustion.  I made it a goal not to call in sick to work, mostly by force, but mostly because I was sick of missing out. I can justify staying in on a Friday night because I never enjoy going out or hanging out with people, but I could no longer justify missing staff meetings, devotions, and working in my department.  I could no longer spend my free time laying in bed watching Hulu or Netflix and thinking, I could be productive, but how? So yesterday I set a goal.  I am only allowed to lay in bed if I have worked out.  I can only relax when my Missions Training homework is complete.
I woke up this morning after only sleeping three hours last night and my first thought was to call in sick to work because, honestly, I hadn't felt that sick in a month.  I still feel terrible.  But then I told myself that if I didn't go to work then I wasn't allowed to go on a run like I plan to after work.  Motivation number one.
I plan on working out six days a week, starting slow.  Yesterday I ran just over a mile and walked to equal 3.7 miles.  I did a few crunches and some push ups, along with some relevés, (ballet exercises to strengthen my ankles.)  Today I am running the two miles home from work and walking a mile to dinner, before I spend three hours in class taking my final.  I did crunches and push ups this morning and I'll do more relevés before I run to stretch my ankles (or something).  Tomorrow I am walking to work and walking home.  Saturday might be a light walk or something. I'll take Sunday off and I have no idea what Monday holds.  I already have an accountability partner, and I plan on sticking to this. 
This morning I could not get out of my mind how much I didn't want to run after work.  I didn't want to walk, I didn't want to do anything, I still don't. But I'm so against taking the easy road right now. All I've done is take the easy road since I got sick and I am so done with that. So I might hate running, I might hate getting sweaty, and I really hate being sore... But that means nothing in the long run. For 4% (or less) of my day I'm going to take the time and care about myself. It might be miserable right now... As I try ridiculously hard not to get sick after I run, or to keep pushing myself to run even when I'm bored. I am so tired or being disappointed in myself and my body and I'm sick of taking the easy road in this. I want to be proud of myself for once. And the disappointment of giving up has been too much. So even though I have an insane amount of anxiety about having to run, and even though I feel ridiculously sick, I'm not taking the path or least resistance in this.