The SuperFlu

Forgetting to eat before working out is stupid.

It means your body is running on empty, you drag ass through lifting, and it's generally about twice as painful.

Therefore, that's exactly what I did last night - unless you count a small bowl of yogurt and granola.

To make matters worse, last night was eccentric lifting night. For those who don't know, that's where Alex the Bastard loads up way more weight than I can handle, helps me lift it, and then laughs while my face explodes as I let it down as slowly as possible.

Whereas normal lifting is refreshing and fun, eccentric lifting rips the absolute shit out of your muscles. The soreness actually feels like the soreness from a car accidents.

So doing this on an empty stomach would have been bad enough, but my body also decided last night would be a good time to get the flu. After I got done lifting I came home and ate a quick sandwich, took a shower, and then decided instead of finishing dinner I'd just go to bed.

This was about 10 p.m., and I woke up about midnight feeling like shit. I hate the flue - you throw up, you ache all over, and moving becomes an even bigger inconvenience than usual.

Couple that with not eating and already being sore from working out, and I spent the entire night in bed feeling like I'd been beaten from head to toe. And because I threw up without really having anything in my stomach to begin with, the pain just got worse because I was dehydrated and couldn't keep fluid down.

That was a semi-graphic description, although I did leave out the part about the projectile stream of water and smoothie (wait, whoops), but, hey, I have nothing else to blog about today because A) I was sick all day, and B) because it hurts to think.

I did sign some loan papers today, so I'm one step closer to a new vehicle.