Spent time in sunny California, with some of the grandkids over Christmas. We had a great time.
We spent an afternoon at the beach. The temp was in the low sixties but it felt warm compared to home. The kids wore their swimsuits and challenged the waves. The temperature didn't hold them back at all. They scampered into the sea again and again and got thoroughly soaked.
I, on the other hand, took off my shoes and socks and padded around in the sand. I dipped my toes in the icy water once or twice. I didn't even got my ankles wet.
The children were fine. We toweled them off, wrapped them in their damp towels, and headed for our hotel, making a junk food stop at some fast food place along the way. Nary a sniffle. I got a salad, by the way.
I was fine at the beach, but in the car I realized that I was chilled to the bone, and I felt a little sick before we put our key card in the door slot of our temporary home. I was sick all three days at Disneyland and still have a fine cough more than three weeks later. Thanks to the miracle of vitamin C, I still had a great time at Disneyland.
Don't get me wrong. I'm really glad it wasn't the kids who got sick. That would have been far more difficult to manage, and would definitely have dampened more spirits. Still...did it have to be me?
I take really good care of myself. I exercise and eat healthy. I drink lots of water. I aim for 8 hours of sleep. I eat my veggies. I have never believed that you get sick from being cold, so what went wrong?
And...if getting cold has anything at all to do with catching a cold...where's the logic?