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About 3 weeks ago a cold came a knocking. How rude, I thought, this is the worst time to be sick. I have far too much going on. I am chaperoning a choir camp, flying to Montreal for business, leading my team through a big change, having a photo shoot for a fabulous woman and her girls, attending meet the teacher night and on and on and on... To be fair, every week looks something along these lines so there is never a good time to fall ill.
In any case, I railed against this invading bug. Echinacea, Vitamin C, rest, water, immune boosters, peroxide in the ears (I read it can kill colds)... For 3 weeks the bug and I kept our skirmish up. It was stalemate. I began to falter - what am I doing fighting so hard? Am I merely prolonging this thing? The cold felt my weakness and pushed the advantage. It is tipping the scales. This weekend I stayed in, didn't participate in the CIBC run for the cure, and nursed my cold. I hate having to slow down. This week is a big one. The only night I don't have plans is Thursday. I have got to get my body back!
