breathing fire

my computer is in the shop. It has a memory card reader so it is easy to upload photos. this computer doesn't, so you get no photos today! :)

The week started like this. Sunday i did a practice run for my PT test. I did awesome, and had nearly 2 minutes to spare (which amazed me given the fact i have only run once at this altitude). Sunday night i made lasagna. it tasted very good, but monday morning i woke up with some serious GI issues (which i won't go into detail about). Was it the lasagna or merely a Virus? i trudged on into work, made it through my 2 minor surgeries, my 1 medium surgery, and my 1 major surgery, before i was seriously, seriously ill. So i slept for an hour on my office floor (which sadly, i am accustomed to), made post-op rounds, and then came home and slept from the second i walked in the door until the morning.

My PT test was tuesday. On monday i thought there was no way in the world i could possibly take my PT test, by tuesday i was feeling a bit better, so i thought i would try it. I did great on my push ups and situps, and then came the run. I seriously felt like i was breathing fire after lap 1 out of 8. The air is dry and thin and very cold, and i felt like there was a blow torch inside my chest. I was still super dehydrated from the previous days events, and for the very first time since i joined the army i didn't make the run in time.

Cris (God bless him) ran it with me, even though he had by that point started to suffer from the same illness (thus verifying it was indeed a virus and not the lasagna afterall - he didn't eat any lasagna).

so, now i have to go out and do the whole thing all over again on Friday morning, bright and early at 0600. miserable.