...the return to Ironman training had barely begun, just two days to be exact, when a nasty case of sinusitis and bronchitis put me down for a few days. And just when things were going so well too. Monday's swim went, well, swimmingly and Tuesday morning's track session felt great until what I thought was merely a case of hay-fever became a pounding sinus ache. By the afternoon I was feverish and coughing and, faster than Brett Favre can send a text photo, I was flat on my back.
After getting an injection in my backside and a bag full of pills, my doctor sent me home for some rest. That sounded damn good but as often happens, rest did't come easy. For three nights in a row I woke up around 2:00 AM and couldn't get back to sleep for hours. Ugh!
I'm the first to admit, when I get sick I'm a big, whiny baby. There's no complaint I won't make or bitch I won't share and if I'm uncomfortable, well I'll pout until things are just right. Now, don't get the wrong I idea and mistake my whining for an excuse to laze around on my saddle. Although I wasn't doing the whole swim-bike-run thing I did drag my sorry butt to work (I was no longer contagious) for at least a few hours a day. On Friday night the cold was at its worst but I was able to get over 10 hours of sleep and that made things a bit better.
When Sunday morning came around I felt remarkable better. Although I felt darn near normal this morning I decided not to swim and get in just one more morning of rest.
And now that that is over it's time to get back on the road to Ironman Texas.