For those of you that know me in real life (and not just the internet, sight-unseen-me), you can attest to the fact that it really isn't spring (or any change of the season for that matter) until I get a head (or chest) cold. I use the term "cold" loosely of course. I wish I got a simple cold. I have been hoping my entire life to simply have the sniffles or a minor cough. Alas, my severely damaged lungs have always had other plans for me. A simple cold turns into a full blown sinus infection which (if unchecked) becomes my familiar friend bronchitis. And it never fails that every time I get on a new fitness regime, I get sick. This time around is no exception. It started a week ago with that general blah feeling you get, and turned into a week's worth of a low grade fever and laying on the couch wanting enough energy to make the short walk to the kitchen to refill your mug of tea. Breathing became an issue when my coughing fits hit br...