One Step Forward, One Lead Backward

There was not a day last week that I was not sore.  After 2.5 months of not being able to exercise, beginning CrossFit upon my release was going to do that to me, and I knew it.  Even more, I loved it.  I loved knowing my muscles were working, being pushed, and being revived.  I am sure I heard them yelling "hooray" and "ouch" simultaneously. 

I have every intention of returning, to go back for more torture heart pumping workouts just as soon as I finish the z-pack I was put on today.  For what?  Strep throat.  Nice.  (And this is where I begin to whine for a moment.)  So, after wanting to simply be able to exercise again, I am finally able to.  And now I am sick.  This does not sit well with me.  I do not want to miss tomorrow morning's workout, nothing in me wants to, except that my throat feels like it is on fire and I periodically cough uncontrollably.  There's also the fact that I am not a believer is "sharing the wealth" when it comes to germs.  Nope, I would rather keep this one to myself. 

Where oh where did my healthy self go?  The car wreck must have thrown her way off balance so her return is coming slowly.  But come back I say, come back!  You must come back!  Please.  I am not sure whether to be annoyed and frustrated or just start laughing.  Sheesh, if it's not one thing it's another (or some ridiculousness like that).  I figure I will be back at the gym Tuesday, so my body just needs to be ready.