I don't know how this always happens to me but I'm sick again. Woke up Tuesday morning with a sore throat and have been in bed, sleeping ever since (except to wake up to drink fluids and take Zicam). I had been feeling great! WTF?
Maybe it was the 60 mile bike ride on Saturday. Or the 12 mile run on Sunday? How about the 1 mile ocean swim in 63-degree water (with 58-degree cold spots) sans wetsuit (yes, last bikini swim of the season--too cold!)? The guy who sneezed in my hair at the BBQ on Saturday? BINGO! Argh! I realize it was an accident but didn't he know I'm borderline overtrained and therefore immunosuppressed and can't fight off his virus-laden boogers? I'm feeling murderous!
All I know--I felt great this weekend. Went to Yoga class Sunday evening--went home and slept like a baby. Felt okay Monday too--even had a massage. Aren't I pampered? After that, I started feeling not so great. Woke up Tuesday--BAM!
I'm hoping--okay, even praying--that one more day of bed rest is all I need. I will wake up tomorrow feeling right as rain. My little sister is coming for her annual visit tomorrow! First time I've seen her since she turned 21. And we have a big dance party night planned Saturday night! Ya' know, important stuff!
Thank God it's a recovery week, at least...