So this week was supposed to be my back on track week.  Raced three weekends in a row, celebrated by going to Disney World, then this week was back to race training for February.  And maybe getting rid of the extra “fluffiness” that I have accumulated during all of this racing and eating.  (Whoops.)  Tuesday, I hit the gym.  Ran a solid four miles.  And then by the end of the day on Wednesday, I had a terrible cold.  Didn’t even make it to work on Thursday because I felt like I was swallowing knives.  And not in the magical way.

Hoped to get out on the roads again today, but it didn’t happen.  I lifted weights for a while, and that felt good.  Probably won’t make it to rehearsals tomorrow night because I have no singing voice, so instead, I might hit the gym and try to get in another 3-4.  Gotta get back on track!


I think I have the plague.

Ok, it’s not really the plague.  The plague would be worse. 

But this is not fun.  I have been sick for three straight weeks with head and chest congestion, a super sweet cough, and general fatigue.

(Yes, the men have been flocking to me lately, obviously.)

Before you ask, I’ve been to the doctor not once but twice.  The first time, I was given an armload of drugs and sent on my way.  I have improved muchly since then.  The second doctor told me that I’m on my way to recovery and that my vitals look good, but I can expect the symptoms to last another 8-10 days.

That will make it an entire month of plague.  Ugh.

I’ve watched a lot of movies in this month, since I have no energy to do anything else.  I also discovered the wonder of Comcast’s On Demand.  I haven’t been running whatsoever and am pretty sure I’m going to have to pick up a beginner’s training plan for all the strength and stamina that I’ve lost.  I tried to workout last night and managed about 10 minutes before I thought I might collapse.

Yep.  I’m hot.  Who wants to hang out and get germy?