In order to rest, and let my body heal from the effects of the race, on Nov 30th, I took a week off all kinds of exercises, except walking, and even that was a task. Despite the fact that I had to make final preparations for an examination, I thought I'd enjoy my rest. Well, my body had other plans.
It was a hell of a week. Apparently my mouth had decided that I'd talked enough shit, and tried to clean it roughly too many times, so it had to punish me. I don't know how the community in there works, but I know for sure that they had fun taking turns at screwing me dry. About 4 different teeth ached on different days, at different times, and sometimes simultaneously. The gums above, below, and the one surrounding the wisdom tooth from hell, all tried different styles in the book. I felt so drained, and was pretty sure that all my virtues had left me. I don't know why I've been postponing, maybe pain is now successfully wooing me, but I know that I'll have to extract that wisdom tooth, who couldn't find enough space in my big mouth, to grow painlessly. The dentist advised it, and even though she didn't insist, I'll do it.
Now, the tooth ache doesn't hurt so much, I'm done with the exams, and to resume exercising, I took a run. I tried a new method for breathing - in through my nose, and out of my mouth -, and it helps for stamina, even though it hurts my lungs. Those lungs are just gonna have to get used to the hurt. I enjoyed being back on the road, and running against the wind, I even took photos of the sunrise.
