Capital N, Little Y, Big Fucking Q

Yeah, so I have a cold. Flying with a head cold totally sucks - my ears hurt, my head throbs, my throat burns - and the weird plane air and changing pressure ramps it all up a notch (or ten.) When I get a cold at home, I take one dose of NyQuil - sleep for 15 hours - and then I'm good to go. I'm telling you - that shit is DA BOMB! The complete zonking aspect, though, is not so good if you need to function, even at the base level of getting yourself on a plane. So I was clever and took DayQuil instead. As John drove me to the airport, the lights along the interstate were so bright and zoomy that I couldn't concentrate on the conversation we were having. I closed my eyes. That helped. With the lights at least. Not so much with the conversation. I think my end of it was pretty shattered. John got that concerned tone in his voice. He made me open my eyes - oh, look the pretty lights have friends. John wasn't as interested in the lights as I was. He seemed intensely focused on where my plane was coming from and where it was going to. I did not care much about those details. Needless to say John's tone of voice became even more concerned. The shock of the arctic outside air helped me get inside the terminal. The unwavering quality of the bright lights inside helped me get through security. The pacing I did in front of the gate helped me stay conscious long enough to get on the plane. Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have kept me awake past that. I missed take off and landing. They had to wake me up to get me off the plane. It's like instaneous transportation, man. The big Q = the only way to fly! I shuffled my way through the terminal to meet my mother. I woke up in her house in a comfy bed. My cold is somewhat better today. I'm thinking this was a good lesson to learn before I end up with some sinus thing right before a race. Day or Night - the Quil zonks me out. Here is a man who knows what I'm talking about: (um, not ok for work in case you didn't recognize Dennis Leary from the still):


Push ups on the agenda today. Gonna throw in a few (ok - three stupid sets of) abs and some bodyweight exercises like mountain climbers and half burpees. (<-- Now THERE's a goofy name for an exercise! Who thought that up do you suppose? I'd bet you cash money it was a guy.) Anyway that's all I've got and you're lucky it's this coherent - cause that shit is DA BOMB!