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Okay so it's not H1N1 but it still hurts

I suppose one up-side to getting the flu (or whatever I have) is having absolutely no excuse to not sit down and write my two 10+ page papers due in the next week. Training cannot possibly get in the way because there is absolutely no way I can even think about running, swimming, or cycling...considering it took me half an hour of huffing and puffing to pick three shirts off my floor and make my bed (by the way, that very event made it as number one on my Reasons to Never Let Myself Become Obese list)
So, naturally, I'm blogging.
Although all weekend I was fighting the urge to projectile vomit everywhere and every time I stood up it felt like I was on a carnival ride, it was actually a pretty good and I fought off the damn illness like a champ. Like I've said before, I have this incredible ability to will myself better.
Excessive amounts of Motrin, Pepto, and Tums may have had something to do with it, though.

It all started Friday with me being completely normal one minute, then thinking, "Hm...I am going to throw up. Nope. Yes. Yes you are. Katie you are GOING TO THROW UP." And so it began...and continued for the next eight hours until I was quite literally bawling from exhaustion. As I was hugging my roommate's trash can (Sorry B), I thought, "Body PLEASE. I have NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE YOU. THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!" And yet, it continued. Dry heaving is my favorite.

Granted, I did no training and even less productive homework...but I did sleep until noon on Sunday (I think I've done that once in my entire career at BU) in an extremely comfortable bed...then went back to bed for eight hours during the day...then got another solid nine hours Sunday night - something I think I've needed all semester.
But I'm feeling better today, even though I still can't bring myself to eat a full meal and I was back in bed in my pajamas by two in the afternoon, I'm thinking I can return to my normal training regime by tomorrow.

On another upside, because of my eight hour vomiting-party and my lack of ability to eat all weekend, I am now down to race weight! You're welcome, coach!
...Bad joke, I know it's really not funny...I'll gain it back I promise.

Sincere apologies to all those who I may have infected (you know who you are) and I will do my best to make proper reparations at a later date

love love love,
me


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