Last night was rough. My allergies had been acting up for several days, but they had remained at a manageable level. However, last night I had one of the worst attacks I've had in quite a while. Strung out on meds, I called in sick, and was reminded of a period in my life when this happened once a month. I also reminisced on another period in my life, when I rarely got sick, even though I hadn't yet been diagnosed with allergies.
The difference? My activity level. At one end of the spectrum I was driving a desk, a car, and a couch. At the other end, I was working out hard several times a week, eating well, and undoubtedly in the best shape of my life (excluding childhood, I suppose).
So, this week's motivation for getting myself out of this rut?
Being able to breathe.