My weakened immune system succumbed to the pathogens floating around my house from a sick three year old. I don't feel horrible, but i can tell when i cough that its not just a seasonal thing - big chunks of phlegm come up and i've got that unmistakable sick breath. Its my own fault of course, and i half expected it as my confidence gets the best of me sometimes.... i long ago decided not to try to avoid sharing stuff with my kids, even when they are ill - simply because it is too hard - they never quite finish their dinners, i'm always hungry, and i hate throwing away food.
I like to believe that i've got a super immune system and won't get sick. I'm the eternal optimist - its how i plan my adventures and, apparently, also how i approach illness. So be it.
Problem is that i'm terrible at actually being sick - much worse than i am when things my optimism lands me in hot water on an expedition, where i actually tend to thrive. I'm also bad at recovering after long events (although i'm getting better), always wanting to get right back at it. Double whammy. But it gives me a chance to think a bit and realize that all the importance i attach to all this fitness and racing and ultra endurance stuff is fine and dandy, but it's also completely arbitrary. Of course most of the things we attach importance to in life are arbitrarily decided, with a few exceptions. One of those - at least in my book - is family. So today instead of being bummed that its been a week since i've got any good training in and that i might have to wait a few more days, i'll let my focus shift to the wonderful little boy that gave me this cough but then spent the morning curled up on my lap - and how that was pretty important, too.
YogaSlackers Women Who Sport
1 year ago