I could feel it coming on a few nights ago - a stupid, stinkin' cold. Not the kind of cold that knocks you on your butt, but rather the kind that makes you feel just bad enough to pout but not bad enough to miss work. There it was - creeping it's way into my body.
I tossed, turned, coughed, and sniffed throughout the night, finally retreating to the guest bedroom so the Spicy Chicken wouldn't have to suffer too (he needs his beauty sleep, you know). After a few hours of fitful sleep the sun rose and I was moving, albeit slowly, into my day.
It was Wednesday which, as you know, means a morning workout at Clay, followed by an afternoon at Leadership Charlottesville. I'll admit I considered "calling in sick" but thought better of it seeing as I just vowed to y'all that I wouldn't miss any more classes. Besides, it was just a little cold.
When I got to class I made a bee-line for Hyam, making sure to let her know that I was a little under the weather. I didn't want her to think I was slacking off (or call me out in the middle of class for doing so!). I won't lie - it kind of sucked. This cold had made it's home not in it's usual place - my sinuses - but was rattling around in my chest making breathing somewhat of a chore. I tend to find breathing in class difficult anyway, so this was particularly challenging. I took a few extra breathers, coughed out a little phlegm while everyone else was doing lunges, and slacked off a little on some of the cardio, but I survived.
Actutally, I did more than survive. By the time the hour was up I actually felt pretty good. My chest had almost cleared, my headache was gone and I was starting to feel human again. Had all that sweating cured my cold? It felt like it.
For years the Spicy Chicken has swore to me that when he got a cold that "sweating it out" made him feel better. I thought he was crazy, though it often seemed to work - at least temporarily - for him. I did a little research (emphasis on little) to see if there was any basis to the "sweating it out" theory and didn't find much to substantiate it. Ironically, however, I did open my Real Simple magazine last night to find an article on dealing with colds that suggested "cardio" as a remedy.
At the end of the class one of my classmates said "You are either going to feel much better tonight - or much, much worse." And she was right. If you watched my C'ville Plugged In segment tonight you know which one came true. Is it bad to sleep with a bottle of Nyquil?
In hindsight I realize that it wasn't smart to put my own needs ahead of the health of my classmates and I would've been better off to keep my germs at home. So my apologies to them for my lack of discretion on this matter. Hope to see you all happy and healthy on Monday!