Hanging in there

I'm still sick with a chest cold, and trying to avoid having it turn into pneumonia again by doing NO exercise at all. This is my test to see if a "slack strategy" works. I'm having other bad side-effects of no exercise, though, like suddenly starting to grind my teeth in my sleep which results in sore jaws and headaches. No fun! This may be my first week this year to score big goose-eggs all across the board in the exercise table in my sidebar.

My daughter Elisabeth is also on Day 5 of a fever so she's going in to the pediatrician today. We have to all get well in time to go up to visit Grandpa this weekend. The big excitement will be going to see The Little Mermaid on Broadway with Catherine. (Elisabeth will be staying in the motel instead, since she showed when we went to see Wall-E that she doesn't have the attention span for a theater performance yet). Catherine, of course, is SUPER-excited.

We're still watching the Olympics, of course. My Gold Medalist Mom pick is Debbie Phelps, who seems to be an all-around amazing person who has probably seen it all as a middle school principal. A DNS in this category is Nastia Liukin's mom, who seems to be a basket case - so volatile that she can't even stand to watch her own daughter win the gold medal in the all-around in Olympic gymnastics. Take a chill pill, mom.

Get well soon, Comm (and me too)

Many of my readers know Commodore, who is still in the hospital after being pulled off the course at Ironman Arizona on Sunday. Of course, our best wishes go with him and his whole family!

I might possibly have had a momentary reaction of "HOW COULD YOU, COMM!??" when I heard about how hard he pushed himself, again, and refused medical treatment. And tried to keep going long after his body had given out. How could anyone do that??

I might also have figured it out today for myself.

After some reflection today I can kind of relate to ignoring the physical stuff.

I just got back from the doc-in-the-box, who thinks I have pneumonia, after examining a couple of chest x-rays. Not to mention sinusitis and an ear infection. And who gave me three different prescriptions (and offered more, like codeine, which I turned down).

Hmm, let's see, since I started coughing over 3 weeks ago, what turned this into pneumonia? Was it the half marathon? Or the 40 km bike race? Or maybe the 5K? Or was it the freezing 10-miler in the rain?

So much for listening to my body. All my body tells me is to stop and sit on the couch and drink beer, so I guess I've effectively learned to ignore it.

And yeah, everyone told me to go to the doctor. You told me so. For a variety of good and not-so-good reasons, I didn't, until today.

Guess I probably shouldn't run the half marathon I had planned next Saturday, eh?? (I didn't even bother asking the doctor about it - if you ask, then that gives them a chance to say no, right?).