Yesterday was the first day I felt anywhere near my normal self: still very croaky and with pints of phlegm residing in the lungs and the sinuses, but at least actually able to walk around and do errands and think about interesting work things.
This was the ten-day cold from hell, and I was not mentally fortified to withstand its rigors!
Still not feeling anywhere near 100%; I think I will have to be cautious about reintroducing any exercise, ugh....
Tomorrow I'm leaving for whirlwind Thanksgiving travels (Ottawa, Philadelphia, Virginia, Maryland); I'm signed up for a five-mile Turkey Trot on the Thursday, but I am not at all sure I'll be well enough to do it, I'll see how I feel the day before.
My only goal for the coming week is to conduct myself in a fashion that will not lead to me becoming sick again when I return to Cayman on the 29th. As I had another bad cold that lasted from Oct. 15 to Oct. 22 ,and wheezing and coughing that began on Oct. 31 and lasted until the cold proper hit me on Nov. 9, I am basically counting this the least physically enjoyable month I have had in recent memory.
It is killing me not to exercise, I really depend on it for mood and morale and I need to be building some base fitness now if I want it to be realistic to start Ironman training in March. I'm still quite uncertain as to whether that's going to be feasible, but I suppose I will just have to wait and see closer to the time.