So it’s become apparent to me that I need to suck it up and quit kvetching about being sick. I’m actually feeling a lot better – my head’s still stuffy as hell but my throat is back to normal and I’m not hacking up a lung like I was this past weekend. Right now I’m luxuriating with a lounge on the sofa with a beer and some nachos, and hopefully when I wake up tomorrow I’ll be back in fighting shape. Believe me, the irony hasn’t been lost on me.
The reason I know I’m (relatively) back to normal is that I was able to get back on the horse with my ongoing torture, aka P-90X. Today was Chest, Shoulders & Triceps and I’m still feeling my arms tremble a bit from what amounted to a couple hundred pushups and chin-ups. I think I have to thank the two venti sugar-free Americanos for the energy, but hopefully I can get through tomorrow without stocking up on an unhealthy amount of caffeine. I did the math, and that’s eight shots of espresso- no wonder I’m vibrating.
Because it’s turning into a tradition, here’s a pic of Rumble being… well, Rumble:
Rumble's not a morning dog...
