So thats it.

My mind said, “Hey we can push. It won’t be fun but we can push through this.  It’s going to be ugly, but we like ugly.”

And the coaches said, “Don’t be stupid” …

then my body chimed in, “In all fairness this really sucks.”

 

It wasn’t an easy choice.  I cried actually when Patrick told me it was clear I shouldn’t race, I cried a little more when Jonne told me I should not feel obligated to race and that my health is more important.  I cried a little more when Bjorn dropped me and my stuff back off at the barracks…and then I went to sleep.  And I slept hard.  I slept right through lunch and into the early afternoon.  Team mates came and went and I slept.  I slept so hard that when I woke up I thought it was tomorrow and I panicked when none of my team mates were in the room.

Although I’m no more rejuvenated that went I hit my pillow I know it was the right call.  Talk about a power nap!

There is a race tomorrow, but in all reality I dont think the coaches are going to clear me for racing.  My body is on its funny little line.  The same line I found last fall that took me out for two weeks.  I have to be good right now.  I have to allow my body the rest its crying for and hope that I don’t get worse.

Plan for the afternoon?  A little more sleep.  Followed by dinner.  Then a little more sleep.  Then a team meeting.  Then lots and lots of sleep!  I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this excited to sleep before?  But my legs are lead heavy, inside of my head feels huge and dry…and the yellow stuff coming out of my nose and throat is a real treat!

Keep your fingers crossed and send the apple cider vinegar my way?