... that unless you have a fever, you're ok to work out. I tend to buy into whatever theory directly suits what I want to do.
So yesterday I decided that I wasn't going to be sick anymore... that I was going to go about my day just like I would normally... you know... honeydo things, play with the kids, wash the dog, maybe rake up some leaves and remove the doggy droppings from the grass. I also thought, "HEY! I KNOW... I'll bundle myself up and hop on the trainer and SWEAT this crud out!" Great idea right? So I put on a whole bunch of layers... including two hats, gloves, and a down jacket and hopped on the trainer. I got to watch both IM Wisconsin AND St. Croix... had them taped but hadn't watched them yet. Actually felt really good to sweat a bit. I got off the trainer, drenched, after over an hour of spinning at a steady cadence of 95 with my HR never getting over 145 BPM. I felt SO good that I grabbed my oldest son and we took Aggie to the dog wash... we love a clean baby puppy. After we got home and I sat down and stopped moving around... it hit me like a ton of bricks! I could physically feel my sinuses filling with guke and my head trying to compensate for the building pressure in my ears... ouch!
So guess what I did today? I stayed in bed. Yup. Good times. Luckily for me Kathryn went to the store, bought all the fixins, came home and made some chicken n ginger soup. She's a saint. I'm feeling quite a bit better as I sit here writing this... I'm hoping for the best. All I know is that this has got to pass and its got to pass fast.
p.s. Coach Matt... I'm still not scared of you... even if I am sick!