After the euphoria of a rare Cleveland Browns win wore off, I noticed a tickle in my throat and a chill in my bones. As the day wore on, the tickle turned to soreness and I was dealing with ceaseless fever chills.
My Friday night consisted of going home and napping on the couch for a couple hours. I woke up and ate some delicious homemade soup and felt revived, but tossed and turned through the night while sweating more than a midsummer night's tempo run.
I've been pushing fluids, including a whole bottle of Simply Orange juice, and sucking down Alka-Seltzer flu gel capsules since Saturday morning, but my sore throat persists. Perhaps you may have already guessed that I ditched running this weekend.
Usually, a sickly weekend means I'll drop a few pounds from poor appetite and perspiration. Instead, I gobbled about a dozen cookies and several Fannie May chocolates on Sunday and undid another notch on the belt. I'm just about ready for winter hibernation.