I'm sick, again, this time with a chest cold.
The first day back at training kickboxing and kung fu was last night. It was also my first day back at weight training. It was shit, as you can imagine. But the prospect of failing so hard at weight training paled in comparison to how little I was able to breathe.
Needless to say, I survived all three hours, with a great deal of help from the Fisherman's Friends my always prepared kung fu sister had on her (thanks, Caroline!), even if only barely. The weight training was as shit as you can imagine, though not as awful as I thought it would be. I also didn't lose much kicking speed during kickboxing, which was great. My stamina needs a lot of work, though. Maybe it was because MY LUNGS ARE ENTIRELY COATED IN MUCUS and I couldn't breathe, though I'm pretty sure the whole did three days of cardio in the month I had off training didn't help...
I hate chest colds. The coughing is painful. Being unable to breathe sucks.
More than that, though, I'm quite concerned with the frequency with which I've been getting ill. Certainly there are environmental factors. The weather is all over the map with some very cold days followed by stupidly warm ones, snow and sun and freezing rain, sometimes all in one day.
It couldn't have helped that I changed my sleep schedule to accommodate a morning workout, waking at 5:30 now so I can get in a 45min workout before I head off to my job. So far I've managed it a whopping three times, largely because I started just after my fever broke from my flu, but I was not quite fully recovered. Then the chest cold hit and I haven't been able to go since.
I'm hoping this passes soon and I can settle into a proper schedule.
Until then, all I want to do is sleep. Sleep and stop this coughing oh my god I think I've torn my lung.
On that note, I'm off to attempt to write.