So I was planning on being productive this weekend since Casey is out of town at the Olympia. I was working Saturday night and an atomic bomb just dropped on me. I was literally deteriorating by the minute. My body was aching, my back was hurting like a mother, and my tonsils completely swelled up. Didn't have much of an appetite either so I was feeling weak.
Texted the gym crew that I would be on my death bed and won't be able to make Sunday squats. Saltine crackers, a bowl of soup and 2 sprites 24 hours later, I feel dramatically better. It wasn't until around 7pm today I was able to get off the couch and walk around. I'm assuming it was a 24 hour flu or bug. Anyways, making up squats tomorrow.
The thought of not being able to pick up a bar will give me a appreciation reminder- that I'll be able to have some heavy-ish weights on my back since I feel better. Something we sometimes take for granted. That it's a privilege to be able to do what we do and love.
I'm also really excited to see Casey after being apart for only 3 days lol.