Duck's Down For The Count!!

Um, remember that cold?  Not really a cold.  More like a demon from the pits in germ form.

In my last post I mentioned the swim/run day.  I did the run first (fewer showers) and had a really good run, though I faded badly towards the end.  I had my swim gear packed and went back to the camper to get some calories, planning to head straight for the pool.  I felt really wiped out so I decided to let myself recover for an hour or so in between.  Within two hours, I had email DW saying that I needed to postpone the swim.

The next I woke up feeling pretty rough.  I took the day off from my workouts and went to work that night.  By the morning, I was so weak I could barely drive home.  I had the next night off and slept 20 of the following 24 hours.  The effort of walking the dogs was almost more than I could handle.

The following night I visited the ER.  The diagnosis was viral infection, acute bronchitis, pneumonia.  No wonder I felt a little rotten.  I don't think that I would have gone but I knew that the person I most likely contracted the virus from developed pneumonia, and the weakness and fatigue were really startling.

Needless to say, I am taking some time off from training to heal and really questioning my health over the last few weeks.  I have been very hard on myself for making some mistakes with my diet and compromising my training.  THIS, however, I could not have prevented.  The virus simply overwhelmed my immune system.  I am actually much better off than most of the people that contracted it and that can probably be attributed to lifestyle.  Mostly though, I am just trying to get as much rest as I can.

I now have a ton of time on my hands, between not working and not training, so I am suddenly regretting choosing a lifestyle that does not include a television.  WHAT was I thinking?!?!?!

Time to go back to bed.  Night Ya'll!!