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sicko

I never really realized how "behind" being sick makes me feel from training.  Before, I used to push through it and would leg press four plates while coughing chunks of my lungs out...so pumped on the adrenaline that I didnt care if it meant I wouldn't be able to talk for a few weeks.

I know better than to do that anymore.  A baby sized bit of congestion Saturday night turned into a full blown stuffy, achy, cold shivering, phlegmmie (ewww) body by Sunday and I missed leg day yesterday.  I even considered making it in to train.  But my honey convinced me otherwise and dressed me in scrubs, made me chicken soup, parked me in front of the TV, tucked me into an electric blanket, and sent me dreaming with Theraflu pm.

Being sick ain't so bad <3.

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