Was I ever wrong....
Turns out that I am not, as previously thought, un-sick.
I got up for practice today. Felt... eh. I decided to get my butt to the pool anyway because it had been a week and a half and all my symptoms were above the neck. I'm stubborn like that. You gotta love my mom and me for that. Besides, I had worked out the last two days and felt fine. There hadn't been any ill effects from my physical expenditures those two dryland days.
Warm-up was ok... warm-up is usually ok.
But then we got right to business. I had no energy, no get-up-and-go, no spark, no motivation to actually push myself. And then I started to feel like crap below the neck. I actually got out in the middle of a set to sit down for a minute and drink some water.
So I finished out the set, feeling worse than ever, and then got out of the pool. I didn't even finish the workout -- which is highly unusual for me. I just didn't think I was doing myself any favors. I took a nice long shower, got dressed, went home, took a dose of NyQuil, and slept for six hours.
And then I woke up and couldn't talk anymore. The voice is gone. So much for no ill effects, huh?
So the pool is definitely out tomorrow. My next opportunity after that will be Friday. We'll see if I'm feeling up to it.
The workout:
100 free warm-up
4x50 on 1:00
6x350 free on 5:00 (although the last two were 325s, hooray for sickie)
Then I got out.
Total yardage: 2350