Where's the Pep Talk?

Welcome to the Common Cold Zone, Day 3. I feel about as peppy as a moss-covered rock. Normally, this would be my one-hour bicycling day, a time to sweat to aerobic bliss. Today, however, I think I'll just take my Dayquil and go into survivor mode. I need to get more rest, recharge my batteries.

I'm also in vacation mode. R&R is the order of the day. By the time we get home again, after a few days on the fabulous Oregon coast dodging rainstorms, looking at great and not so great art and eating crab, I'll be ready to hit the Younger Next Year program hard. In the meantime, I'll stay as active as I can, walking here and there, having a first dance each day, beachcombing.

If I'm lucky, I'll also get the seven to nine hours of sleep a night my body needs and doesn't often get when I am in work week mode. The body needs time for metabolism maintenance, and only with seven hours of sleep or more a night can it run most efficiently. Sleep is a gift. To do it right requires due diligence. To me, it's even more of a challenge to get seven hours or more of sleep a night than it is to exercise hard one hour a day.

Sure, there's a weight room downstairs at the motel. But today the Common Cold has removed my initiative. The weight room is not giving me a pep talk. If it's calling my name, today, it's only in a whisper.