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Boo hoo, I have a cold. Let me whine about it for a second.
|Tissues and hydration have replaced plyo boxes and burpees as my new best friends.|
Day # 9 of this cold, to be exact. It has run the full gamut of viral-ickyness, from fever, to chills, to horrible cough, to runny nose, to sinus congestion, to now sore throat and obnoxious dry cough.
And not a soul that I’ve complained to has seemed even the tiniest bit surprised. Something about running myself into the ground, blah blah blah.
I get it, OK? I get that teaching 27 spin classes last month, and countless cross training classes and doing my own taxing workouts every day was enough of to make my immune system cry “uncle”….but 9 days? This seems a little too extreme, even for me. I’m sorry body. I’m sorry immune system. How long are you going to hold this grudge? I’ve got things to do…
You’ll all be proud to know that I haven’t done anything *but* rest since the cold came on. Sure, a few shifts at work, and a few spin classes taught from the floor (I didn’t get on the bike!), but other than that, it’s been strict rest & recover.
AND I LOATHE IT.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s healthy or quite the opposite, to always deal with your emotions and stress through exercise. I mean, compared to many alternatives: drinking, drugs, violence….compulsive shopping…exercise as a stress reliever seems to be a wise decision.
I’m writing this post from Myrtle Beach. Though it is getting a little easier (this is only the second time I’ve been back), the second I drive into this state the anxiety starts, and begins squeezing the life out of me like a hungry python. This week I’m dealing with some crazy stressful and emotional situations and realizations. Things that I (for once in my tendency-to-over-share life) would rather not get into specifics of (that’s how you know this is serious.) Things that are eating me to the core…and I can not sweat them away. I can’t rage against the pavement and come back with a clear head. I can’t seek my drug of choice, the endorphins, to put everything back into the rose-colored-glasses perspective. And so I’m not exactly quite sure how to deal with myself, my situation, without exercise.
I just wanna run, dammit.
But like everything in my life, I’m trying (really hard) to take everything in stride and make the best out of this…the crappy situation and the crappy virus. This cold is messing with my Ultra Beast training in the worst way. Only 32 days left until the race, it makes me want to cry. I want nothing more than to run and to run HARD. But score one for the mental tenacity, right? Learning to deal without doing what my brain and body scream for. And afterall, I’m *in* Myrtle Beach, staying with my RPIC, for much welcomed and needed girl time (though I’m sure her poor husband is wondering what kind of trouble we will get into this week). That’s always a plus.
This will all be OK. This too shall pass.
Self imposed life lesson: Take every situation, turn it around, and make it yours. It doesn’t matter if things didn’t turn out according to plan, or if the situation just downright sucks: grow from it. Learn from it. Find the weakness, find your weakness, and make it stronger. And enjoy every day, because no matter what, this life is a blessing.
This cold won’t break me. This crazy bump in the road of my life right now won’t either. I am a beast. And I won’t quit.