How To Eat Crow...

I had a really bad sleep last night. I woke up at approximately 2:49 am. Okay, I looked at the clock, so it wasn't approximate, it just was. As a former insomniac I try not to look at the clock when I wake up in the middle of the night because if I do I'm doomed to not fall back asleep.

I was tossing and turning for a while though and ended up just looking. I flipped back over and let out a heavy sigh. Then I noticed that I was thirsty and my throat hurt. Hmmm.

I got up, got some agua, then went back to bed. My throat still hurt. Hmmm.

I tossed and turned for who knows how much longer then I think I fell asleep and went right into dreamland. When I woke up I was exhausted. Not really how one would like to feel when they wake up.

As I stood up to head to the washing area I realized that not only did my throat hurt, but my nose was stuffed and my head had cotton in it. Then the sneezing started. DANG! Could this be the prelude to a cold?? No, no, no! I'm almost at the point where I could kind of get back into actual training again.

Okay, granted it's not like I'm training for anything, but I really wanted to get back out there and build on my bike strength. Head out for some really long rides with friends just to put some 'money in the bank' for next year.

Bugger, bugger, bugger!!!

This is all Greg's fault! If he hadn't suggested I take it easy so I could recover properly I wouldn't have felt super guilty about pushing somewhat hard on that awesome ride last Sunday and I wouldn't now have a head stuffed with cotton! This is a guilt cold. I'm sure of it.

Well I'm not going down without a fight darn it! So there.

During the day I happened to converse with IronGreg. Needless to say I confessed my symptoms almost immediately. What power does he have over me that I always confess my sins to him?! He said it's common to become ill after doing an Ironman because it taxes the system so much. I mentioned that it was likely because I pushed it last Sunday and now I'm paying for it.

I give him credit. He didn't say 'I TOLD YOU SO!!'. He said, 'Well, I didn't want to say anything, but....'.

Sheesh! Fine, fine, fine. You were right. I was wrong. I am now eating crow. Well. Not really. I mean, who would want to eat a beautiful majestic crow?? I am, however, acknowledging publicly that there are some times when I should just listen to you and not have to test every darned theory you have.

What can I say - I'm a free thinker. Not to mention it's in my blood to test theories. Oh and to be stubborn and determined. It's in my heritage! Still, had I not pushed it early I may have recovered quicker. Rats. Okay, I'm pouting now.

Oh, I should also probably mention that my mother gave me crud for not listening to Greg and therefore feeling ill. My own mother!!! What happened to giving mass quantities of sympathy and suggestions for getting rid of it?! Instead she sides with HIM.

Greg has suggested that the next time I don't listen he's calling my mother. I know he will too. Hmpfff. Fine.

Ah well. Live and learn. Live. And Learn.

Hopefully I will have this beat by tomorrow. I am headed up to Stoney Plain this weekend to cheer on a great number of triathletes, including fellow bloggers Jenna, Kelly, Richelle and Darryl, at the Great White North Triathlon. I think I know about 35 athletes competing so there will be a ton of cheering and shaking my purple pom-pom's. I will also be volunteering in the swim/bike transition. Good luck to all the atheletes!! Good luck as well to Julie who will be kicking arse in Osoyoos in her new tri suit!

Peace out my friends!