cold
October 2008 
Down and Out
Posted on Jun 29th, 2008
by 
Serendipity
Serendipity
Last week was a kick-ass week, in every sense of the phrase. I took part in a 5-day Bryan Kest-style power yoga intensive. I was at the studio at six a.m. every morning for a two hour yoga class in a very hot, very crowded room. It was awesome. We worked on advanced asanas I never see in any other classes, and, once my thighs stopped burning, I felt great. Until Friday, but I'll get to that.
Work was crazy, which was annoying because it's not supposed to be crazy in June. June is our quiet month, before it gets crazy in July. I didn't appreciate the preview.
On top of that, I taught three yoga classes this week, including a level III vinyasa class. I've never taught at that level before, so it was a bit scary, but I did okay. It was practice so I can sub for my teacher when she is on vacation this summer. The vinyasa class was Thursday night. Friday morning, I woke up with a sore throat.
My husband has been working very long hours, due to a big system conversion scheduled for July 1st. I haven't seen much of him over the past four weeks, and last week was the worst. The only night he was home at a reasonable time was Tuesday night. He was asleep before I got home from teaching, because he had a nasty cold. Being the giving person that he is, he shared this cold with me and the kids. I'll have to thank him when I start talking to him again.
Friday morning I dragged myself out of bed, with my sore throat and a low-grade fever, and made it to the last day of the yoga intensive. It was probably my best practice of the week. Apparently having a fever in a hot room really loosened up my muscles, because I have never been as open as I was on Friday. Then I dragged myself to work, where the rest of the usual cold symptoms kicked in, and I alternately worked and blew my nose until five, when I went home and fell asleep.
Saturday's agenda was scrapped in favor of more sleeping. By then the kids had the cold as well. While my husband worked still more hours, we napped. This morning I had to teach. Luckily the Sunday morning class is very gentle, and we did a series of twists to wring this disease out of me. My voice was hoarse, and at times gave out completely, so it was a quiet, meditative class. One of the women said she found my scratchy voice very soothing, but I suspect she was just being nice.
My plan for this afternoon is to take another nap. I am totally and completely wiped out. I should get on my mat and continue the twists I started in class. I should also eat some good food and drink some herb tea, but instead I downed an entire box of Girl Scout cookies and a pint of chocolate fudge Rice Dream (that's ice cream for the lactose intolerant). Why do my healthy habits all disappear when I need them most? My husband, who is home for a change, has gone out to buy some real food, since I didn't get it that yesterday. While he's gone, the kids and I are going to make some orange Jell-O....for the vitamin C.....really......
Work was crazy, which was annoying because it's not supposed to be crazy in June. June is our quiet month, before it gets crazy in July. I didn't appreciate the preview.
On top of that, I taught three yoga classes this week, including a level III vinyasa class. I've never taught at that level before, so it was a bit scary, but I did okay. It was practice so I can sub for my teacher when she is on vacation this summer. The vinyasa class was Thursday night. Friday morning, I woke up with a sore throat.
My husband has been working very long hours, due to a big system conversion scheduled for July 1st. I haven't seen much of him over the past four weeks, and last week was the worst. The only night he was home at a reasonable time was Tuesday night. He was asleep before I got home from teaching, because he had a nasty cold. Being the giving person that he is, he shared this cold with me and the kids. I'll have to thank him when I start talking to him again.
Friday morning I dragged myself out of bed, with my sore throat and a low-grade fever, and made it to the last day of the yoga intensive. It was probably my best practice of the week. Apparently having a fever in a hot room really loosened up my muscles, because I have never been as open as I was on Friday. Then I dragged myself to work, where the rest of the usual cold symptoms kicked in, and I alternately worked and blew my nose until five, when I went home and fell asleep.
Saturday's agenda was scrapped in favor of more sleeping. By then the kids had the cold as well. While my husband worked still more hours, we napped. This morning I had to teach. Luckily the Sunday morning class is very gentle, and we did a series of twists to wring this disease out of me. My voice was hoarse, and at times gave out completely, so it was a quiet, meditative class. One of the women said she found my scratchy voice very soothing, but I suspect she was just being nice.
My plan for this afternoon is to take another nap. I am totally and completely wiped out. I should get on my mat and continue the twists I started in class. I should also eat some good food and drink some herb tea, but instead I downed an entire box of Girl Scout cookies and a pint of chocolate fudge Rice Dream (that's ice cream for the lactose intolerant). Why do my healthy habits all disappear when I need them most? My husband, who is home for a change, has gone out to buy some real food, since I didn't get it that yesterday. While he's gone, the kids and I are going to make some orange Jell-O....for the vitamin C.....really......
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