The battle for control over my body is in full swing. So far, it's a draw between the Germs and Immune System. Of course, I did use a performance-enhancing drug last night to aid in the fight: NyQuil. That stuff is brutal! At first, I was chattier than Joan Rivers on the red carpet. Then, BOOM! I felt like my legs and arms were anchored to the covers while my brain floated away like an inflated balloon. Unfortunately, the sharp pain in my throat woke me up enough to remind me of my whereabouts.
Today, I've gone through waves of feeling healthy and waves of being hot, sore and sick. There's pressure behind my eyes as I write this. The good news is that I'm spitting out all sorts of mucus, and none of it is of the gross, brown/yellow variety. That has to be a good sign.
I participated in a yoga class earlier and was able to maintain my nasal breathing for the most part, which is also encouraging. I'm planning to continue my normal volume of training this week until my body indicates otherwise.
Not much to report today. So I'll cut it short for now. The quiet joy of an off-day tempered by not feeling 100%.
That about sums it up. Definitely a case of the Mondays.
67 days and counting.