I think my body is allergic to fitness. If any of you have looked at my new blog, you would know that this weekend I return to boxercise after nearly a 12 month break. My first step to getting my derby on!
So of course, how do I feel when I awaken this morning? I think you may have some idea from the photo. Was it the drenching I received dropping Boy 1 at drama Tuesday night? Or standing in the drizzle yesterday vainly attempting to shield my little friend (still waiting on further news, hoping all is well and he is home recovering. Think a Mad magazine delivery is in order as soon as he is home)? Or was it kissing and cuddling Boy 2 who has been coughing and snuffling this week, not sick but not well? I'll find out how he is when he wakes because school was doubtful for today.
But even more concerning is that I have an extremely important dinner to attend on Saturday night. One which has been in the planning stages for many moons and is finally coming to fruition! I am meeting a group of internet buddies, most for the first time. I have to fight this off, I simply cannot attend looking like an escapee from swine flu camp. Besides, I am one of those odd people who do not believe in spreading the germ love and keep away from all and sundry if ill.
No, NO, NO! I absolutely, positively refuse to succumb even if I have to sweat it out drop by drop. This cold/flu/virus will not have its way, I am going to the ball! At least, I hope I will be. *sob*
