Putting sickness in perspective
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I'm sick. I resent the down time, but it occurs to me that my annual fall rhinovirus reaction mirrors the season.
August was go-go-go. Even the weekends we were home had obligations scheduled into them. Now the weather is turning. It's a delightful time to be active outside, but I'm not partaking. (Being sick tends to really wear me out. I crave sleep. This is no time to work out.)
But the weather is also signalling that we're moving toward nature's slumber. Soon enough, we will have picked the last of the tomatoes and beans. Not long after that, the plants will freeze. Nature needs its break to rejuvenate; so do I.
Soon enough, this cold will have run its course and my immune system can put another mark in the "win" column. I will be relieved to have only put on a pound or two after not working out for a couple weeks. My heart and lungs will feel like bursting when I start running again, but my legs will feel fresh. I'll be back to appreciating the gift of a healthy body that largely does what I ask of it.
Sooner than I like to think, winter will hit. I'll stop commuting by bike for a few months. I'll be pulling on stouter layers for my morning run, eyeing my first triathlon in June. I expect to join a gym, too, to get in swim workouts. Maybe this will be the year I develop enough discipline to ride a trainer indoors.
And then the cycle starts again. Life is beautiful (and that's not just the DayQuil talking!).