I'd hate to disappoint my legions of fans so I figured I should write something.
Last week was the opposite of recovery week. Although I discovered where to find the best drafts from the air conditioner when stretched like a corpse on the ground, I also found that I can survive some pretty grueling stuff.
I've noticed that I've gotten better. My cycling is stronger, my running is faster and, ok, I'm no Michael Phelps but my swimming is coming along.
The thing that I noticed the most was that I could ride my bike for four hours and not want to die. I enjoyed it in spite of myself.
Anyway, yesterday and today I've been sick. Like, SICK sick. I think it was rather prescient of me to write about dreading to go to the doctor with frequent tonsil ailments since that's exactly. what. I'm sick. with.
I had to call Zappo's (another story, another day) to return my Ugg's (I am absolutely aware that these went out with, well, I'm so out of it that I don't even know what's been out lately) but I love them.
Anyway, their customer service is awesome but I know they were thinking, "This old lady needs to stop smoking."
My eyes are that rheumy red and they feel like they're crossed. This morning, I wanted to pretend that I was alright and put my contacts in. Add that and the fact that I can't stay awake for more than an hour at a time - well, you do the math.
I managed to discover a new workout yesterday - you can lift a full laundry basket just a little bit off of the ground and work your abs.