Is It Monday Yet?

[COVID Day Five Hundred Seventy Three]

As terribly excited as I am to start strength training and such on Monday at 0500 I am also absolutely NOT wanting to start strength training on Monday at 0500.

Cause 0500.

And strength training.

Also, what am I going to have time to inhale before running to the gym? And what time do I need to get up in order to have time to inhale something before running to the gym and getting there by 0500?

0430 ish.

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Insert Montage Here

[COVID Day Five Hundred Seventy Two]

This is one of those moments where I wish I could push the fast forward button to do the montage of me training and eating healthy and being miserable initially but by the end being stronger and leaner and not necessarily enjoying it by the end, but struggling less.


If life WERE a movie and this was my montage moment, the music would be Eye of the Tiger by Survivor.


It’s the eye of the tiger
It’s the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival

The Ten Day Work Trip

[COVID Day Five Hundred Seventy]

Photo by Antenna on Unsplash

I finally packed. The day of the flight. And I made the flight.

And flying domestically within the United States is every bit as scary as I thought it’d be – no vaccine verification, no COVID test verification, just wear a mask, pack into the overbooked plane and hope you don’t sit next to a cougher.

I was the cougher.

I mean, I knew I didn’t have COVID and was fit to fly based on several negative COVID tests and a call to the nurse, but no one else did, so I was eating cough drops like candy and doing my best to be invisible and silent.

It sucked.

But first the news:

While, no, this post will not encompass the entirety of the first work trip I’ve done in twenty months, let’s get an overview, shall we?

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Wait, what?

[COVID Day Five Hundred Sixty Four]

Last night as I was falling asleep, I was coughing, like ya do, and instead of chilling out as I fell asleep, it just kept getting worse.

Until I threw up.

A lot.

“Ah, okay, sicker then I thought.”


Except now I’m working in America where you cannot take sick leave every other week and I have a couple of shows coming up that involve flying on a plane that requires you to confirm and declare that you do not have any COVID symptoms and how much of this is just psychosomatic anyway?

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