Well, I had it coming. Like one of my first and oldest bloggy friends, "the bus" leaves at 0400 every morning to get the training, working, and parenting day started. Today, I missed it.
It's not because my alarm did not go off. I almost never set an alarm, and yet my eyes always pop open on their own at or before the appropriate, ungodly hour that the day begins. Today the eyeballs were one hour and forty minutes late.
Yep, I "slept in" until 0540--actually, once I knew I had "missed the bus" I rolled over and slept until 0600. Positively decadent. The disorganization caused by the change in schedule, however, has created a wardrobe emergency. I forgot my belt, and now the pants from the suit that fit just fine 18 months ago threaten to slip down over a body reshaped by all this effort.
My eyes' failure to pop open on their own should be no surprise. It is really as if my mind got me past the last long weekend of training and then took a breather. Now, my body has told me in no uncertain terms that it has had E-NUFF. It seems absurd given the Cambodia-like climate in which I've been training the last month, but I've had a cold since last Thursday.
It probably started as some kind of sinus infection before that. The night after a big swim, I would roll over in my sleep and what seemed like a gallon of lake or pool water would tumble out of the empty spaces in my head, which are apparently much larger than I had previously known. The snuffy nose turned into a sore throat after the last Iron Distance Weekend, which migrated to a dry, hacking, unproductive cough. Yesterday I ran with Coach T, and some of it was relatively quick, but I ran out of gas before we were completely done. I bagged yesterday's swim rather than aggravate my sinuses and respiratory tract, and since my symptoms were migrating "below the neck," it was probably an act of mercy that my body bagged this morning's bike ride in favor of a couple hours' extra sleep.
No worries. My bike is probably the least worrisome of the three disciplines at this point, and a couple days off at this point will make no difference in my ability to finish or not finish IMWI. Finishing is my only goal. Moreover, that unproductive cough has turned productive and I feel loads better. I might even get my run in this afternoon or this evening, depending upon how I feel.
Chicken soup and Vicks VapoRub -- on the house.