Moves Like Jäger

I hate taking meds. Since I tend to choke on pills, I bought some OTC throat meds in liquid form. I wasn't thrilled about the whole ordeal, but the young pharmacist candidly suggested that since "it tastes like Jägermeister" I can just "do shots of it".(yup, that IS what she said) How cool, but not really...

I had to respectfully disagree and point out that, if anything, it really tastes like the tears of poor Syrian children and the cries of abandoned puppies blended together with a sprinkle of the ashes from hell. Yes, it's that awful.
When I'm sick it's like I'm trying to run from a tornado while I can't move my leg. What's made this worse is that I didn't see it coming. Usually my body sends me signals of an incoming illness and I have enough time to nip it in the bud. This time I had no warning signs and it attacked me by surprise.

Last week my training went so well that I was extremely excited! On Monday we worked on improving our speed, and I flew ran so fast all you could see was smoke! This joy (and bit of pain) rolled over to Tuesday when I dared to join my coach's boot camp training. We ran a few miles, worked out muscles I never realized I had, and ended up with wet-noodle arms! I could barely turn my steering wheel, but I felt great!

Wednesday came around and it was glorious! During the day I cursed my way up and down the stairs, I couldn't laugh too hard because my abs hurt, and my arms were pretty useless. I was exhausted, so I had to go home and have a small macchiato to stay awake. Once I showed up at the track I remembered that my multi-vitamin energy gummies were in the fridge... at home. Epic FAIL? Not so much.

With very little expectations I completed my 6-mile run under the scheduled time (at a 75% effort). I achieved keeping a steady and comfortable pace. After I finished I was feeling SO proud that I was able to run the pain away! On Thursday I did some Yoga at home, and on Friday I rested. I spoke with Joelle for hours (like when we were high schoolers!), ate well, went to bed early, and slept comfortably. I was very, very thrilled!

Then Saturday came...

Maybe you're familiar with the "burning throat" sensation. Most people are. In my case it was more of a "burning-throat-after-swallowing-a-spikes-covered-cat-clawing-its-way-down" sensation. At 3:15 AM I got up with the urgency to use the fire extinguisher as my mouthwash. I checked my throat, and there it was: the evidence of the overnight viral party. I was furious.

I started getting ready anyway thinking I could just take some throat lozenges and go to my practice. However, as I kept moving I felt more exhaustion and some mild pain in my joints. This was no bueno. I had to text my mentor to let her know I was sitting this one down, then crawl my sorry butt back into bed.
My agenda was "spiked" by that loving feeling, and my fiancé had to drive met around to run the wedding errands that we had scheduled. (In sickness and in health... we're sticking to the schedule!)

I had my wedding dress fitting that afternoon with my flower girls, and had it not been for the hilarity of our funny selfies/photo-bombs pics session while getting fitted I would've been miserable. To add to the sweetness, my mom got us all chocolate cupcakes from Vanilla Bean Cupcakery, which was the obvious antidote to my illness. You see, if Chris Rock's family solves any illness with Robitussin, my family does so with chocolate. Joke aside, it works.

I felt somewhat better on Sunday, my fiancé and I survived Sunday mass (heat+humidity+sick fiancée = mayhem), and our weekend wrapped up nicely. I'll see how I will make up for the lost practice... my throat still hurts, I sound like a 60 year-old female smoker, and I'm still kind of tired, but my week is so insane that the pressure might kick up my energy levels!

Waving "until soon" so my voice doesn't creep you out,
B.