(cue the flashback effect -- doodly-do, doodly-do, doodly-do...)
I'm not going to bore you with the details, but suffice to say I've been in various stages of illness for most of March. Flu, then post-viral something-or-other, allergies, asthma, and freaking out about all of that. I even spent Tuesday morning in the ER with an IV of saline and painkillers after the worst headache of my life kept me up all night with pain and freaking out about the pain.
After I was off deadline, I sat at the computer, feeling various twinges and headachiness. The noon news was on and the meteorologist was talking about record highs.
Me: Dammit, I'm going to lace up my sneaks and head outside. I don't care if it's going to be 90 degrees today.
Inner slug: Oh, I don't know. You haven't worked out in a couple weeks. That might be too much for you.
I put on my workout gear and headed out. Walked down the sidewalk at a brisk clip and turned the corner. Feeling good.
Slug: You really should start out slow. Maybe 20 minutes today.
Me: Shaddup! Are you wheezing? Short of breath? In pain? No? Keep walking.
Slug: Are you going to walk all the way to the high school? It's pretty hot out.
And on it went, the big baby in me wanting to take it easy and my Inner Godzilla overruling her.
I walked for an hour, came home and rejoiced with a protein smoothie. I kept walking just to prove to myself that my ailments were minor and diminishing, and the walk really helped to clear my head (and no more WebMD surfing!). I didn't even care how hot it was.
I do believe that March went in like a sack of crap and is going out like a lion.