convinicing yourself you've done enough

I felt it Thursday morning. That ever so dreaded tickle in the back of the throat. I lied to myself that it was just the cold air, the hours on the skis, and the dry air. But it came from the back of my head and landed right smack dab between my eyes and my nose. The cold was in full force by Thursday pm and I knew I was doomed.

Friday I sat my butt on the couch and downed ginger and green tea cup after cup. I tossed and turned on Friday night and hoped it was just in my head. Nate and I began skiing on Saturday at the powerlines on the Birkie trail. It was suppose to be a long day of training. By the time I climbed the first hill I knew I wasn't going to make it 49k.

9k into the ski I had to turn back and call it quits. I drove home bruised and worried. Have I done enough this year to this point so that I can bounce back. Time will tell. Sunday I stayed in bed and downed some over-the-counter medication and actually got a good nights sleep. My alinings fell on what was to be my first weekend of a structured three weeks of training. No worries...better to be sick now than on the day of the Birkie!

Cord under the boards,

Sturgie