hot and cold

Well, it's 88 degrees here, today, and I was supposed to be hiking my last training hike today, which I was going to have be pretty intense -and soaking up the delicious weather- before Mt Adams (which is next weekend, hallelujah), and here I have come down with a really nasty virus. I was in denial yesterday, but it's unavoidable today.

It hit me last night in its full-body-ache, phlegmy, inability-to-swallow glory. So I played it cool last night and stayed home with my period-piece George Sand Netflix movie (it was okay). Today I woke up feeling uber-achey and ended up staying in bed all morning, then rolled into the living room to watch the second half of the Euro Cup Final (way to go, Spain).

I'm pretty peeved about this virus. I usually take the bear-through-it approach, not taking much, and not letting it get to me, but I'm not excited for the idea of having compromised lung function on the mountains in the next couple of weeks, so I'm kind of a toxic cloud of vitamins, supplements, and over-the-counter stuff. Bleh. Let's hope it works.