I have been on the damn couch for the past day and a half with some hideous flu nonsense. I was going to train Wednesday night, but by the time I was off work I felt so crappy I went straight home. My husband took my temperature, which was 101. Oh GOODY.
Off to bed early. Stayed home from work... This has put me in a sour mood, as I started work in a new division this week and I wanted to go in gangbusters, but instead I am the resident problem child. Also, I don't like to not train. However, I am still early in the training for the Pan Ams, so it's prudent to rest for a couple of days. I know I have an internal "reserve" that may be tapped into with the assistance of ibuprofen, (ie- if I got sick on a competition day), but for now, rest is best.
On a happier note, I am feeling semi-human today. My fever has broke. I am hungry. So, back in the saddle I go.