Everyone hates getting sick – and I’m no different from “everyone” in that regard. The past couple of weeks have been a living hell for be since I’m used to running at 110% all the time. Feeling my energy being tapped away due to illness is, like, the harshest form of torture for me.
It’s the worst.
What usually makes things even more dreadful is the recovery period that follows. In this case, the cough that lingered for five days. That shit was just downright annoying.
I’d wake up. Cough. Then go back to sleep.
THEN – when I tried to go back to the gym a couple of days ago – I felt winded.
I know what you’re thinking: is this just him blogging for the sake of bitching about his health?
YESTERDAY, however, things got better. I went to the gym and left feeling good again. You know, normal. The only thing that rained on that parade was the realization that I am fifteen hours behind on my workout schedule this year.
Over two weeks lost.
I am *hoping* to make up some of that time starting next week. Doing so this week, fresh off the heels of recovery, runs the risk of something stupid happening.
Today, though, I feel normal. Work, coffee, and gym. Good stuff.