road

My body aches. It has been a week into some mystery stomach bug and although I am beginning to see the light, the afternoons hurt. My boss told me I look a little pale and that I should just jam, gee thanks, I was on my way out when he mentioned that. I lean back and let the music take control. The Prodigy blaring through my ears, I indulge my ego and remember a few short months ago when I was bulletproof and in great mountain shape. Smiles all around, now, two weeks into training I get waylaid by the smallest of microorganisms. What a drag. I have to sit up as the bus driver thinks his 15 foot bus is an Indy car. He whips around the corner and comes to a grinding halt. That helps the nausea. Home soon. Family in town, and now I have a second wind. I really want to sleep. Last nights 4 hours sucked. Whatever, I hate being sick.

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