When Half A Workout Works

Hi, everyone!

I write to you today on a blustery night in Honolulu, with the full moon lighting up the sky. (I bet it’s just beautiful at the shoreline behind Koko Crater right now!)

Unfortunately I am feeling more blustery than beautiful, fighting and ultimately losing the battle to keep my family’s flu away. Today was the worst!

It actually started coming on Sunday, July 5th, but I didn’t identify myself as getting sick. I have that problem, as I’m sure many do. I have the opposite of hypochondria-- like, I think I can never get sick.

I mention this at the start of this blog because I gave my 45 minute workout a shot, but was totally unable to complete it. I think I did half of what was on my sheet. Since that night, I’ve pretty much been bed-ridden.

I thought I could sneak away to get a workout in. It took almost all night, but I finally settled my curious toddler in front of his babysitter (Curious George) and scurried away to the garage.

Not even 15 minutes later, he had climbed up on the television stand and wedged himself in the window sill, unable to get down. My sister rescued him and I brought him out with me. It was actually nice to have such a cheerful companion!

I noticed that I couldn’t complete my exercises with even the lighter weights, and my form was starting to degrade. I felt myself pulling my left calf and the tendon behind my right knee. Not cool. I was so fatigued, even though my heart rate was what it normally is-- ranging from 145 at the beginning of a new exercise, up to 165-ish, and recovering quickly during rest.

It wasn’t until Monday that I started getting flu-like symptoms, and Tuesday, the no-holds-barred flu. Armed with antibiotics, I should be just fine!

Enjoy the brief video, and, as always, take care of yourselves!

And a shout out to Florida, where my god daughter is for the summer!

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