Wednesday, October 5, 2011

October 4, 2011

Strangely, after I returned from my summer in Moscow, I began to get incredibly sick at least once a year.  These bouts of illness were the "my-hair-hurts-I-can't-move-and-don't-even-think-about-bringing-those-tacos-near-me" kind of sick.  I never got a defined diagnosis, but they always cleared up in about a week's time with the aid of some trusty antibiotics.  When I started law school, I decided I wasn't going to take any chances on getting sick and began getting a flu shot annually.  I haven't been as sick as I used to get since.  Keeping in my new tradition, I got my flu shot this morning.  The pharmacist told me I might feel some flu-like symptoms after the shot, but he didn't tell me how severe they would be.  Over the course of the day, it was as if my body started to turn on itself and make me completely miserable in the process.  Even considering my perpetual state of being cold, I felt even colder than usual and was incredibly achey.  These symptoms just progressed through the evening, leaving me exhausted but barely able to sleep from the pain of the aches.  I suppose it remains a good investment, though, considering one day of feeling sick is better than a full week.  

October 3, 2011

Although I don't like to run with music on the trails for a number of reasons, I can't get through a workout at the gym without doing so.  In fact, most everyone I see at the gym is listening to their iPod or whatnot.  I'm always curious what they're listening to.  Giving in to stereotypes as we all invariably do (thankfully these stereotypes aren't as harmful as others), I imagine the men are listening to hip hop or faster rhythm rock music to get their adrenaline pumping and the women are listening to the likes of Lady Gaga, Britney, or something similar.  These assumptions are terrible, I know, but I can't always help where my mind will take me.  I also can't help but be totally jazzed and ready for a tough workout with the aid of . . . John Mayer?  Inexplicable, but also inescapable.  So, if you ever see me in the gym, you'll know who is crooning in my ear to get me through the minutes.