My body has been trying to get sick for a couple of weeks now. Fortunately I made it through Magna Faire. I got to fence, and I did well enough that people were coming by and complimenting me, but I didn’t feel like I was fencing my fight. I assumed it was because I haven’t been practicing as much since I got hurt (remember that I’ve been to maybe two practices and Serfo since the shoulder sprain).

On Monday Krav was rained out. The weather was bad enough that we didn’t want our students out driving around. I welcomed the reprieve.

Tuesday was my last day of yoga, my first aid final, and my psych final. Toga was restful, and I aced my finals. Yay!

Apparently that took everything I had out of me because my body finally decided to be sick on Wednesday. I visited the MInute Clinic to make sure it wasn’t strep and was diagnosed with a cold. I’m taking some low dose steroids to deal with the symptoms. Now I’m full of energy but also not really up for doing anything. Of course, since I missed work Wednesday, I didn’t go to Krav. I probably will not go to fencing tonight.

This is frustrating because I want to get out and do stuff, but I also want to rest up and heal well so that I can enjoy my winter break. I have to keep reminding myself that there will be fencing practice and Krav, even though the school will be closed.

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired (and hurt).

Days 10 & 11

Today I did an hour of Krav Maga and then came home to do 200 lunges.

Technically I reversed the days. I did 100 lunges in first. Then I went to do 100 lunges in fourth. It took me three tries to find fourth hand position.

I did third… No, that’s not right…
I did second… Nik spoke up and asked, “Fourth with your palm up?”

I reacted as only a sane, mature adult can and threw myself on the ground for a quick tantrum.

In addition to the 200 and false starts, I used tape to figure out the discrepancy in my lunge distance for different hand positions. Then when I did the drill, I was still inconsistent.

I guess you can’t do the same lunge twice. How’s that for a fencing proverb?