Today I fell of the wagon...the workout wagon. I've been fighting a cold all week, but stubbornly getting up early and working out as hard as possible. Those germs got the better of me today and left me exhausted, listless, and with a voice like Kathleen Turner.
I'm sick. I can't work out. That makes me into a really cranky person. Just ask my family.
So, do I just succumb to the illness and sink into a stupor of malaise or do I fight it and make myself more sick.
I feel a stupor coming on.