When Lurgi Attack (top name for a movie, no?) here at chateau LBTEPA, the normal procedure is thus:
1. strike dramatic pose, complain frequently and loudly;
2. Rest Rest Rest (always secretly convinced that I will certainly lose every skerrick of hard-earned fitness and gain at least 11kg in four or five days);
3. Get better, start training again (see 1.)
This time I thought, well, why not be all TTHU* and maintain a reduced exercise program, of course monitoring frequently for Bad Things such as those weird hot and cold sweats or trouble getting a full breath.
This seemed Like a Good Idea At The Time because
1. It amuses me to pretend to be all gritty and hardcore;
2. I've read in lots of places that 'above the neck is ok' (although reading back over that, it sounds like what I'll tell Noddie before her first date WHEN SHE IS 28), and this was just a HEAD cold;
*UPDATE: My doctor tells me this is a MAJOR furphy. Sick = sick. Rest = rest. LBTEPA = STUPID.
3. No pesky head cold is going to stop me having fun;
4. No Bad Things were happening.........
until yesterday, when my short slow swim told me loud and clear that I lost the toss BIG time. Maaate.... it wasn't exactly unpleasant (especially after I hit the codral). I just couldn't move. Or think. Oh well. I've crawled out of bed today to email my boss, J is taking me to the doctor for some horse pills later, and these tiresome aches and razor throat will disappear by Sunday. They will. Even if they don't, it's time to start tapering for the Gold Coast so I was going to rest more this week anyway. So there.
It could have worked.
UPDATE 1: (smacks self on head) NO, IT COULDN'T, YOU NONG!. Oh well. Live and learn. Take your antibiotics. Sleep.
UPDATE 2: The wonderful Spousal Unit interrupted my moaning about being too stupid to realise I had an acute infection to say he thought I'd have got sick anyway and I probably hadn't made myself worse by soldiering on. He's so nice.
More anon, never-say-die people!
*Toughen The Heck Up. I'm in a genteel phase
Friday, June 20, 2008
It could have worked - renamed NO, YOU DUFFER, IT COULDN'T
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5 much-appreciated comments:
My head is spinning on that one, girlfriend :-) These dreaded lurgis seem to strike people of English decent most often, and I DO mean English in the kindest sense :-)
Hope you are feeling better soon, and taper well!!
Oh bugger for you. Hope the run on Sunday goes well, and if doesn't, well thems the breaks aye...
Still, it's stink to get sick when you have an event to do!!! I would be doing heaps of number 1 too.
Calling in sick to make sure you are well enough to do a fun run is to be encouraged- that is what sick days are for, to make sure you are well enough for the weekend. I laughed out loud about the advice for Noddie. Even when you are stricken with lurgies you are still hilarious!
Stupid lurgy! Rest up and get well. Hope you feel better by Sunday, but if you dont, you better listen to your body!!
I like your never-say-di attitude. Aye, it appears true that you'd rather live life pushing the boundaries than sitting on the couch, dosed up to your eyeballs in psuedofed-products.
I agree - Where's the fun in that?
But, do get rid of this lurgy before the GC-HM, so we can finally meet in person :D
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