It was late today that the symptoms started. It seemed okay for a spell and then I suddenly realised that more temperature had shot up, my throat was feeling scratchy, my ears felt blocked and OH FUCK!!!!!!
I had a head cold coming on. Or a full on cold. Or a sore throat. It didn't really matter what the according to Hoyle definition was. I was coming down with something. I was getting sick. I am ill. This means exercising activities are suspended.
This means no gym.
In past days I'd probably have welcomed that state of affairs. Today it's made me mad enough to fart chlorine. As much as I hate going to the gym (and I do hate it, with a passion that borders on the murderous) I loathe and despise not being able to go to gym. I don't like the pain The Beast inflicts upon my body, but I hate not having the choice to have the pain inflicted. If that makes sense. Overall I hate it when my body breaks down because it's almost as though every weak aspect, every lazy impulse and every passive fibre of my being have joined forces to sabotage my efforts to look less like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
It's not just my body has let me down. Now I have to drink vast copious amounts of Vitamin C, swallow mouthfuls of Echinacea (which tastes like ear-wax) and stay on a diet that doesn't include bread, pasta or anything nice. It's soup and water from here on in until I recover. Recover - ha! If I was out for the count I'd be recovering. As it is I'm just sniffling and shivering.
And this is really what pisses me off! While my pussy immune system has managed to prevent me going to gym (The Beast has demanded I don't come in and infect him - and if I do, I'm dead, you understand?!) it's putting up just enough of a fight to make me work-fit. I'm not bed-ridden, I'm poorly. I'm not sick enough to stay home, but I am too sick to go to gym. And of course, this happens after a week of hellish cardio, in which I put in five fucking days of sweating all over the place and burning off nearly every calorie that went into my body. Just when I get back into the groove of going to gym on a regular basis, my body decides to hold a white flag and fail like the little bastard it is. Right now I feel like punching my own lights out!