Friday, October 30, 2009
We interrupt this race report...
It would be WONDERFUL if I was back in Victoria, BC - enjoying a pint with Nathaniel, my folks, and sister. But I'm not. Instead - well...read below.
Pardon the interruption! I would normally do my BEST to complete and get my race report out - and Lord knows I want to get that 'thingy' over with. However, occasionally life throws a few curve balls.
And not that I could throw a curve ball, let alone catch the darned thing....(due to lack of spacial/time coordination. Did you know that I once dribbled a basketball off my foot in game in 8th grade? I bet you didn't...)
I have ended up with a whopper of a sinus infection. Ah yes - a season of 2 Ironmans... this feeling (ie tired, cranky, sore, etc) is the gift that just keeps on giving. :) Except for the hunger part. I can safely say that I no longer wake up ravenously hungry in the middle of the night and NO Tabbitha does NOT look good.
(And no - that doesn't stop me from eating whatever I want, whenever I want. I must say though, that the novelty has pretty much worn off as I can no longer taste what I'm eating. Except for very very potent stuff like goat cheese and Cheezits. Yeah, I can still taste that. Trust me: I've tried!)
But goat cheese and Cheezits aside (and by the way - don't even ask. It is the weirdest flavor profile EVER. I blame the cold meds. For real), mostly I have switched to Popsicles and chicken noodle soup.
But in all reality, I've been reassured by many people that getting sick is pretty much an end-of-season/post-Ironman rite of passage. *Yea!* Count me in!!! If I'm going to do nearly-everything-IM-related, I might as well get sick as well!
At least now I can think (mostly) coherently, although based on the amount of Nyquil and other over-the-counter cold medications I've taken, it's amazing that I'm able to function at the level that I am. Ha ha - just kidding. Sort of.
Later today I get to see my lovely doc, who will hopefully prescribe some medication that will rid me of my sinus pressure. You know the kind...where your teeth hurt and blowing your nose makes you wince before blowing, because of how impacted everything is.
Yes folks, when I do something, I do it big.
And I realize that sentence could be misconstrued in so many different ways. But I blame the cold meds - and so should you.
With that I'm off. The kleenix is calling and I think there's an apple-flavored popsicle in the freezer with my name on it. At least I think its apple; as the thing is nuclear green and tastes a little tart. But the box says that they're made with 100% fruit juice, so I'm assuming they're healthy - right?
Perhaps its just the cold meds talking. Yeah - I'll blame it on that.
Until then - I hope that wherever YOU are, you're happy, healthy, and doing most wonderfully. Cheers!
PS - I'll leave you with this picture of my lovely kitties who clearly care very much about each other. *snort* Actually - all Anabelle wants to do is touch Tabbitha, but because she can't bend her elbows from the accident, she does funky things - like stand on her hind legs. Tabbitha just sees this Mimi Monster walking towards her and lashes out as best she can. Clearly they love each other; *no one was harmed in the making of this presentation* I don't know what's more disturbing - Tabbitha's glowing eyes or the fact that Anabelle is standing up.