PenteKing’s BodyBlog

I’ve been trying for two days to deny the cold reality of being sick. Even though I’m carrying around about a half ton of tissues, and am scarfing vitamin C like it’s going to be outlawed tomorrow, I was still trying to convince myself that I was fine, and that I could carry on (carry on, my wayward son). My trainer, Rachelle, (never one to beat around the bush) took one look at me this morning and said, "You look like shit!" How do you argue with an assessment like that? It’s so bold; so forceful; so straightforward. I mean, there’s no arguing with that. How can you? The mirror lies to you. (Remember, everything reflected in it is backward.) You lie to yourself. Only your significant other and your trainer will give you the cold, hard facts.

So, I’m under strict orders. Eat strawberries (loaded with vitamin c), drink plenty of water (a gallon, minimum), have chicken broth and herbal tea, and GET SOME REST! Of course, I have to obey. Even though Rachelle is only 5′2" tall and weighs 120 pounds soaking wet, I have no doubt whatsoever that she can kick my ass from here to Sunday without breaking a sweat. I’ll surface when I’m feeling better.

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