The Silver Lining

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been missing all week. Not just on the blog…in life. Nobody has seen me, I haven’t answered my phone, I wasn’t bothering to eat, and shoot I barely even twittered unless it was to say I was three seconds away from death. I was sick, but not just any type of sick, reaaaaaly sick. I’ve had strep throat before, but never as bad as this case was. It did not creep up on me so that I might have prepared accordingly, it sucker punched me in the middle of the night. And it was BAD. My fever was out of control and had me changing pajamas at least 3 times a night, my throat swelled so bad that if you looked at me from the left, I looked like I had a double chin, and my throat was replaced with sandpaper that did not allow me to swallow my own saliva without cursing the heavens. Which was great…since the only advice I kept hearing was folks telling me to hydrate.

But I know that nobody comes here to here me gripe, so instead I’ve chosen to share with you the brighter side of my time spent on the dark side. It is important to remember that there is a silver lining in even the bleakest of situations.

*Rest… I was able to sleep for 12 hours, wake up for an hour and then go right back and take a nap. And when I was too uncomfortable to fall asleep, I’d just take some Tylenol PM and knock myself out, since I didn’t have anything I really needed to be coherent for.

*A new buddy…the girl behind the counter at Jamba Juice was a sweetheart. She even gave me some extra boosts in my drink, which became helpful when it was the only meal of the day.

*Peace and Quiet… my roommate left so as to not catch any of the deadly germs I was spreading. It’s not often I get the chance to live in solitude.

*A trim figure… I’ve been wanting to get down to what I feel is my ideal competition weight, but it just wasn’t happening. Well…now I’m there! This diet puts Jenny Craig to shame, and it’s a whole lot cheaper. The only problem is I’ve also lost some important muscle groups I would kinda like back, (read: gluteus maximus) so hopefully I can get those to return pronto.

*Staring at a bona fide hunk… I watched Season 4 of Prison Break. That’s a whole lotta hours of Wentworth Miller.


So while I was a little freaked out and on edge about missing my last real week of training before Nationals, I realize that worrying about it will do nothing to help the situation. I don’t feel great yet, but by next Sunday I will be fine and hopefully able to fly through the air that much further with my new, light and airy self.