Yes, definately coming down with something. My body is in a funk. I go thru my routines - which I'm required to, eat, sleep, work. But I've been slogging thru this week, in complete denial that I have a cold. Sniffling, aches, congestion - all the obvious signs. I woke up this morning not very well rested - was tossing and turning all night with congestion and an annoying runny nose and sneezing that would wake me up. Almost overslept.
Went into the office and was blasted by a full day of drama and overexcitement, teemed with more bullshit drama. Unfuckingproductive. Then meetings afterwards to deal with crisis management. I think I went thru a full box of tissues and a small bottle of Purell hand sanitizer from blowing my nose and then making sure I'd not spread my germs. Grrr. It's unheard that in this day in age that a company only allows 10 days of leave "annual leave" (combined sick days, vacation, et al.) - so folks in my office choose to come into the office sick, in order to salvage vacation time. Heck, they are miserable anyways - why not be sick at the office. So what happens is a vicious circle - of people being sick and infecting others. The whole scenario sucks. I suffer because of it, and I lead a very healthy lifestyle - I'm very clean... makes me miserable thinking about it.
So fuck that. I decided to take my regular training ride, even though I felt like shit. I'm an optimist tho - I knew that the best part of doing this is that the ride would blow out the congestion in my lungs in the cool Fall air - and help me destress. Which it did. I biked out to Peonian Springs and back, a mere 38 miles - just what the ride ordered. I felt great afterwards.
Came home and cooked dinner, domestic crap...and relaxed in front of the boob tube - fell asleep for a moment after my cold meds kicked in. Woke up to type this.
Oh another day is tomorrow. Dawned on me that Friday is 11/11. May have to celebrate
something fun and odd on 11/11 at 11:11am and 11:11pm. (11/11-11:11)