I’m such an idiot.  Its 11:30 at night, the night before I travel to Monaco for my race that’s in three days, and I’m getting sick.  I’ve been ill once in the last year…I really didn’t see this coming.

I can’t believe I actually wrote that last sentence! My last journal entry was basically singing a tune to the benefits of shutting your eyes to your body’s warning signals.  I should have seen it coming.

But what would I have done differently?  Taken a day off?  I did that yesterday…a day too late maybe?  I probably would have hydrated more, and maybe not gone to watch the Tour de France in the sunshine for 3 hours when I was clearly feeling off-kilter. If I had respected my body’s warning signals, I would have taken an Airborne tablet for a couple days, reduced my sugar, dairy, and white flour intake.

And as I sit here now in bed, I realize that if I were at home in Eugene, I would have taken all those precautions.  In Eugene I have been great at dreaming while always keeping at least one finger on reality.  In Europe I seem to think silly things like “I don’t have time to get sick, therefore even though I have six clues hinting that illness awaits, I’ll ignore them and they will go away.”

I’ve texted Coach about six times describing my symptoms, and he must be asleep because he hasn’t responded.  I can’t tell if this is the beginning of a shit storm, or if it will quickly pass.  Should I go to Monaco and risk it?  What if I get so sick that I finish dead last by a mile?  What if I don’t travel and then I feel better in 24 hours?

Are there ramifications for showing up at a meet and not competing due to illness?  I mean, they will have paid my travel and hotel room in one of the most expensive cities in the world.  Oh God, I better just stuff some tissue up my nose and try to get some rest.  I’ll know a lot more in the morning.