So, this past weekend, something happened to me that rarely ever happens… I got sick. Yes, I do take pride in that I rarely succumb to most airborne viruses, even when individuals surrounding me are all affected. However, this time, it was different, and it took me out of commission for a good two and a half days.
However, I am actually thankful for it. Why? Because I fully understand how and why it happened, and I know full well that I deserved everything I got. In a nutshell, despite my 10+ years of training experience and much longer than that in exercise on a personal level, I still sometimes fall into the trap of going against my own advice of NOT overtraining and getting plenty of rest.
Basically, it was a good lesson on the importance of pacing myself and not thinking that skills or strength will diminish if I don’t go all out beast mode every day. As a matter of fact, I had already been noticing a slight decrease in performance for awhile from the excessive training, but instead of taking a step back like I should have, I kept going even harder, thinking it would improve the situation.
It wasn’t until I got slapped with a good hard dose of reality - in the form of getting sick - that I fully realized the ills of my ways. My body was essentially taxed to the point of severely weakening not only my muscles, but my immune system, leaving the door wide open to many potential hazards. And sure enough, I got what was coming to me.
Because of this, now that I am almost fully recovered from illness, I will reboot my system by taking a full week off from any strenuous exercise, and when I return, my focus will be more streamlined to include more efficient movement and MUCH more rest.
P.S. The greatest silver lining to getting sick? Once you wake up from all that sleep, with all the water and fat loss, you come out looking absolutely RIPPED to SHREDS!