In these pre-apocalyptic times, I am always trying to push my limits, just so that when the undead rise, I will be better equipped to fight the zombie menace. Makes sense, right? However, occasionally (such as last week), I push too hard, and it has dire consequences. I gave myself an extra-strenuous workout because I wanted to see if I could still run/punch/kick after working out for a couple of hours. I found that I could, in fact, push myself past exhaustion and still fight (albeit with a punching bag). I expected to be sore later, a feeling that I find rewarding because I know it is the feeling of building muscle. Unfortunately in my weakened state, perhaps as a combination of the weather and other stresses, I got sick.
I think I got a cold or maybe the flu (though I still stand by my feelings towards flu shots). I was laid up for two days, and am still recovering. Zombies better not strike tonight, because I'm not at my full braining potential. No doubt, I could still fight my way through hordes of the undead, but there would be boogers everywhere.
So, in conclusion, I have learned the value of incremental increases in my training. I want to be able to do a six-hour brain-a-thon-with-cricket-bat some day, but today is not that day.