Ew.. Second Coming!

Like, amen! Young and hip lingo has now brought the term "sick" into some pretty interesting uses, to say the least.

Picking up from where we left off with finally finding a job for the summer, I had a perfect plan to start getting ready and getting into shape for the summer.

And then I get sick. In fact, as I am typing this, I am hacking away at my lungs, via cough.

Not only had I not been able to put my "get fit" plan into motion, for a good three of four days, I couldn't even talk because my throat hurt so much. And then there was a day where I felt good again, only to discover I started to have a runny nose by night time. And when you get a runny nose, you know what comes next. That's right! I start coughing. On Sunday morning, I was to be helping with the worship. But when I woke up and said good morning to my parents, the voice that came out of my mouth was probably the ugliest thing anyone had ever heard since Carl Lewis's attempt at the national anthem.

It kind of sucked because I was really looking forward to be able to not be lead singer in a worship team for a change. But I guess that no one would want to hear my voice anyway. So I just innocently played the guitar throughout worship, which was still fun, but wasn't able to really open my mouth without coughing. Later that day, I gave a try at playing soccer for half an hour - and I'd have to say it turned out okay. Obviously, I couldn't breathe very well because my lungs and nose were all clogged up; but I was still able to make a few plays and such!

So what has now been a week and a half that I haven't been able to engage in any real physical activity (along with the somewhat crummy weather), I am hopeful that I can still arrive at training being in somewhat of a decent shape. But until I can breathe heavily without dying from a cough, I will probably have to stick to really light activities, which in hindsight doesn't do anything because of my body's high threshold level of what is considered exercising.

The strange thing is that I'm not usually one that gets sick often. And even when I do, it doesn't last more than a day or two. So this definitely isn't very good, but I'll have to deal with it. I think I should be pretty close to 100% by week's end.

Hopefully!

Onto other news, there will be a second coming this Sunday! Last year, I foretold of Armageddon. Well, let's just say that the "thousand-year reign" is over now, and the second coming will be commencing soon. That's right! English versus Chinese in soccer! Unfortunately, we couldn't book a gym to play game two of hockey, but this hardly makes a difference. By the time Sunday is over, many brains on the Chinese side will wonder to themselves, "what is this magnificent and unstoppable force that keeps destroying us no matter what we do??" ... Okay, theologically, there might have been a lot of incorrect things I just said, but it's okay for this instance. The point has been made. More on this later.

Yeah.