Swimming felt awful this morning; it took me 1,500 yards to warm up, and then it was just about time to cool down. I told myself I couldn't expect to just bounce back from a workout like yesterday's. But then I got home and discovered that my newly minted teen is sick, so I had to wonder if I'm not also fighting off a virus.
It would suck to get sick right now. But I'm not all that concerned about actually succumbing to the dread disease. My immune system seems to be the one part of me that actually is worthy of being called "iron." Still, I'm popping another Vitamin D and going to bed early tonight.