Despite what this says, I am not a smoker, never was, but you can't help but love a good jar of phlegm.
Crap! It seems the evil cough that has been making rounds (or so I have seen on blogs and FB, etc.) has finally caught up with my family unit. My sitter had it first, then Baby Toots (with a lovely 103˚F temperature for two days), my husband over the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday.....and finally me.
Started hacking Saturday after my long ride. Not too badly. Then more so after the race on Sunday, that night it got uglier and uglier. Monday morning I was coughing up yellowy green phlegm (hope you already had your breakfast). I feel fine in every other way - knock wood - except maybe for the headache and the sore abs from the force of coughing (do I still need to do core work then?). This cough is a bitch and keeping me up nights. Needless to say training is on hold....since I can't go 10 minutes without coughing up a piece of lung.
I am so antsy to get moving. My week would have looked like this so far: Monday group swim, Tuesday bike hill repeats, Wednesday big swim with timed intervals.....sigh. I was bugging Coach Michelle about swimming this morning, but she made a couple of good points: training a sick body won't help my mission and it is best to wait until my body is at least 95% and not to pack my germs and bring them with me to the gym or pool. I had to concede that she was right on both counts. Aside from the fact that I probably would have drown at the pool, I hate when sick people go out into public (especially when they ride the subway, which is wall to wall people). That said I am getting on the subway to go look at a bike later....I am guilty as charged, a total hypocrite, I admit it. Take me out to the town square for a public flogging.
They turned off the hot water today in our building to do some work. That was 'refreshing' this morning. Nothing like stepping into the shower, turning it on and "Holy Mother of God!" Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr