I’m not sure what’s going on but I’m sick. AGAIN. Just as I was ALMOST breathing normally.

A few weeks ago, while in France, I nipped out to the boulangerie for a baguette and some quiche. (Reason no. 1 I cannot live in cold climes: You cannot just “nip out” for something. Layers and, worse, socks and shoes have to be involved.) It wasn’t even that cold but, as I breathed in the dry, winter air, I could feel the chill travel up my nose straight into my head. I thought I was going to get a nosebleed. I didn’t. I got the flu.

And even after the fever and the body pain subsided, the cold persisted.

I thought I was finally on the mend as we made our way back to the Philippines last Wednesday but, the first night home, I could feel the flu creeping back up through my throat. Now I’m sick all over again, having been kept awake the whole night by a stopped-up nose.

I had to cancel a brunch date with some girlfriends and miss the WOD this morning.

This sucks. I hate being sick. Well, I don’t mind fevers and aches so much, it’s not being able to breathe that’s a bitch. I haven’t gotten into asphyxiation yet and this fucking flu is choking me to death.

Whatever.

ANYWAY – did you see that WOD yesterday? Faaaark! Most of those exercises involved squats and, yup, you guessed it, my legs are stiff as boards today. More specifically, my thighs and glutes. Strangely, my shoulders are okay. It’s my biceps that hurt. I must have been doing something wrong… As long as something hurts though, I’m happy.

Okay, now that I’ve given it some thought (– I took a shower between paragraphs), it might be the distinct lack of vodka in my system that is doing me in. I will have to put this theory to the test. In the name of health and science. And goodwill to all men.