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Part two of - The last few weeks just plain sucked and how my CrossFit training suffered because of them.

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Some decisions seem fine at the time.

Instead of paying inflated prices at any one of the numerous hotels we usually stay at, I decided to stay at a hotel off the strip. The Silverton was my choice this time around, the prices were cheap and I figured it couldn’t be that bad. Usually we stay in hotels that have bowling alleys, or ones with shopping malls, basically with stuff we can do with Montana. My decision to stay at the Silverton was also based on the assumption that I could easily drive to any of the numerous hotels that had attractions for kids if we wanted to. But I figured that would not happen much since we planned to spend most of our time near the pool. It wasn’t until I arrived that I realized the weather was to cold and the pool was out, so if we wanted to do anything fun we’d have to drive.

Some decisions seem fine at the time.

Instead of paying inflated prices at any one of the numerous hotels we usually stay at, I decided to stay at a hotel off the strip. The Silverton was my choice this time around, the prices were cheap and I figured it couldn’t be that bad. Usually we stay in hotels that have bowling alleys, or ones with shopping malls, basically with stuff we can do with Montana. My decision to stay at the Silverton was also based on the assumption that I could easily drive to any of the numerous hotels that had attractions for kids if we wanted to. But I figured that would not happen much since we planned to spend most of our time near the pool. It wasn’t until I arrived that I realized the weather was to cold and the pool was out, so if we wanted to do anything fun we’d have to drive.

 

The Silverton’s not for kids

Needless to say (The Silverton) was ultra boring and not kid friendly at all. They have a large aquarium with live mermaids, but once you see that for about ten minutes you’re done. They are connected to a Bass Pro shops store, which is super cool if your into outdoor stuff, but once you’ve seen it once your done as well. Montana seemed to be doing ok the first night until it was time for bed, and then the whining started. She would whine and cry unless we held her. Well I’m not one of those guys that lets his baby cry at the expense of others so we held her until she passed out, sometime around 4 a.m. She is only fourteen months old but weighs 25 plus lbs., between the both of us we took turns, each finally relinquishing her when our backs began to give out. The next morning was not much better, but at least she began to eat. We were able to do a little shopping but the trip had already lost most of its enjoyment. At this point we were on a quest just to make it through the weekend. Since neither of us got much sleep the previous night, we cut out from shopping early and went back to the hotel. That was basically our routine for two days; Montana would be ok during the day then whine at night. It was not a relaxing trip at all. As we predicted the day we were to return she felt better, but I was starting to come down with something. During the entire trip I fed her from my plate and let her drink from my cup when she could. I figured that there was no way a small little kid could have anything that would harm me. I hadn’t been really sick in years, and I figured whatever she had couldn’t hurt me. By this point I think my stupidity had reached a climax.

 

Lesson number 458 Kids can get you sick.

I went to work on a Tuesday, the day after getting back from Vegas and by the afternoon I was done. My throat was starting to hurt, I had chills and I was exhausted. I spent the night alone since Mayra had left for Los Angeles the morning after we got back to visit family. I vaguely remember telling her on the phone that I was sick before I crashed that night and her telling me that she would come home early if I was not better in the morning. That next morning I was dead to the world. I had no medicine, couldn’t eat and felt like I was dying. Luckily Mayra decided to return early to get me on the mend. She bought me some over the counter stuff and before you know it I was popping Cepacol like candy because my throat was killing me. At one point I think I might have overdosed on cough drops if that’s possible. To add to my misery I was starving because I hadn’t eaten the entire day. Mayra offered the usual sick fare, soup etc but I was having none of that. So she asked me what I wanted and I blurted out pizza! She asked if I was sure and I said ya. I thought what’s the worst that could happen?  (As I look back I realized my stupidity had not climaxed, but would soon.)

 

That first piece really hurt going down so I needed to find a way to make swallowing less painful. I had a eureka idea of sorts. I’d pop a throat lozenge, it would numb my throat and I could get the pizza down without it hurting. I guess somewhere between my mouth being numb and me not chewing properly I swallowed large chunks of crispy crust pizza which damaged my throat. Each time the crunchy crust was went down it cut into my throat without me feeling it. I’m sure you don’t feel sorry for me, because I really shouldn’t be eating pizza in the first place, but when I’m feeling sick I don’t think straight. Anyway I had more important things to worry about at the time (food) and my diet was the last thing on my mind.

 

So here I was sick, my throat torn to sheds and I felt like crap. Working out was out of the question, so I just sat on the couch and whimpered. Since food was no longer an option I fed my hunger with copious amounts of chocolate milk, since that was all I could swallow without being in severe pain. Finally on Friday I went to the doctor, I thought maybe I had Strep throat. Nope he took one look and asked why my throat was all torn up. I didn’t tell him because I knew I’d get a lecture. His response clearly indicated that he knew I’d done something quite dumb. “Sorry, nothing I can do for you, what you have is a virus, it will have to heal on it’s own”. Damn! I thought he was gonna drug me up so I could forget about my pain, I wanted the good stuff! If he had offered to induce a coma at that point I would have agreed. But he didn’t, instead he offered me Chloraseptic throat spray.

 

Add to the misery I was in, Mayra gets a text late one night that one of her buddies, that had served with her in Iraq, had been killed in the line of duty as a police officer. I could tell she was in a bad place. Here she was trying to tend to me, I was whining, Montana was still not one hundred percent and she was dealing with a death. The mood around the house was less than stellar to say the least.

 

Where I stand now.

Basically it was one horrible stretch of three weeks. A time I would rather forget. I was able to do two short WOD’s in the past few days because I finally had enough energy, which I’m thankful for. Both workouts pretty much sucked and seemed harder than usual. That was probably because I have been sitting idle for at least two weeks.

 

As your reading this several days have passed since my first official return to my workouts. My first day out Mayra seemed sadistically happy to explain what my torture workout for the day would be. Maybe it was her way of getting even for all the whining I had done or maybe she just liked seeing me suffer. Regardless she was happy, and in the end the WOD killed me like all the others. Even though the WOD’s are at times super hard, I’d gladly do thirty hard WOD’s instead of having to relive the past three weeks. That’s life though, sometimes it just happens and you have to get through it. Luckily I have a great family that’s there though the good and bad.

 

See you in the hills.

Lance

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