Okay, so I'm sick. I've managed to catch some sort of micro-organism in the petri dish that is my classroom. No amount of Zicam, vitamin C, Airborne, nor Nyquil has helped much. And believe me when I say that I've tried them all. So, I'm sniffing my way through my workouts and my work week.
I had my second individual training session with Mike on Tuesday. He could tell by my "sultry" voice that I wasn't at 100%, but we worked hard nonetheless. I wouldn't have had it any other way. As hard as it is to get myself to the gym on some days, I've still managed to get myself there by "putting on my big girl panties--and dealing with it". I am a self-professed baby when it comes to being sick, regardless of the severity of the illness. Right now it's the common cold, and really, you'd think I was on my death bed. But thankfully, I am fully aware of my own idiosyncrasies and know what it takes to give myself the kick in the chones I need on a regular basis. Luckily, the gym's a stones throw from my house so there's really no excuse despite the fact that I've tried to make one every night this week. And I've found that once I'm there and moving, I'm good. Actually, better than good, and the sense of pride I get from sticking with the program outweighs any discomfort I'm temporarily going through with this virus.
So, do I have an excuse tonight? Of course I do!! The paperwork on my kitchen table has nearly consumed the dining room, I've got Valentine's to fill out for 20 kids, dishes piled in the sink, at least two loads of laundry, and two latch-key dogs and a boyfriend I've been neglecting for the past week. But, I'm going to the underwear drawer, and you know the rest. . .
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