“I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp in the eyes, twitchy in the joints and fractious in temper from a most intolerable and oppressive cold.”

  ~Charles Dickens

This post is brought to you by mucinex, ibuprofen, and a roll of toilet paper (used as impromptu tissues).  A few days ago I developed a cough, which over the period of 5 days has evolved into a head/chest cold of apocalyptic proportions.  At this moment I am hating my existence…well at least hating that I am awake.  I am wondering when my nose was traded in for a faucet and at what age exactly does a cold become enough of an insult to completely cripple normal function.  I can remember getting strep throat regularly as a kid and not missing a beat.  Now I get sick and I knocks me for a loop.  Am I becoming a wus in my old age?

This is, of course, my own fault.  I allowed myself to go over two weeks without a decent nights sleep and never took anything for it.  Plus, I’ve been stressing about everything in my life (mostly due to anxiety related to not sleeping).  I have basically ignored all the warning signs that my body was getting run down, and now life has given me a big, fat memo that I need to get my act together.  Thanks life.

So today I will be home from work and attempting to nurse my (once again) virus ridden body back to health.  It would figure that once my IT band issues startled to settle down that I would hit another bump in the road to prevent me from getting out and running.  The workout withdrawal will have to continue a little longer, but at least I will be completely refreshed by the time I get back to the trails.  I considered going to the gym briefly despite being sick, but didn’t think the staff would appreciate me hacking on their equipment.  Besides, I would probably be struggling with my currently pitiful lung function. 

Here’s to hoping that a day of bed/couch restriction, sleep, and over the counter meds helps me turn the corner!