When the mind is willing, sometimes the bodies not able..

Why my mind is willing but my body is not able....
5.30am, alarm goes off, tentatively jump out of bed, grab swim bag, sneak down hall and shut kids door, sit on couch, cough a bit, put togs on, cough a bit more, clothes on, stand up, sit down - whoa, head rush, stand up, head to kitchen, locate cough mixture/panadol and throaties, slurp them all back at once, consider a little drop of vodka could help the situation, talk myself out of that idea, grab a drink of water instead, gulp - can't breathe very well - hmmm, try to blow nose - eek - still blocked, get banana, try to eat banana - razor blades still located in back of throat, cough some more, start thinking that breathing whilst swimming in water may be a difficult venture, mind says no way - suck it up - you'll be right, cough a bit more, time check 5.41, still time to get myself together, hug and get Lockie sorted in front of his 'Justin Beaver' (actually Michael Jackson) CD to start his day dancing, give myself 2 mins to get it together, head downstairs, unlock the door, head over to Lee-Anne's, pike out of swimming for the morning, verbally change my swim for a walk instead, 'what now?' Lee-Anne exclaims, 'nah later', head home with head hung low - feeling bad for letting her down but knowing that there is NO WAY I would have been able to swim, back upstairs, catch my breath at the top, cough a bit more after walking up only 14 steps, sneak into bed and wake Greg up to take over 'Kidd' duties, time check - 5.52, think to myself - there is still time to change my mind, roll over and snuggle up, get up, locate throaties and computer, back to bed to write blog....
Lesson learnt for today:  Sometimes you just have to listen to your body and tell your mind to shut up...