Apparently we have H1N1 here. Not that we have been tested for sure, but the symptoms all line up. Judging by my aches and pains when I woke up this morning, I’m the lucky one getting it this time.
Needless to say, I didn’t want to exercise. My joints feel like they are on fire and I am exhausted. Skipping a workout for sure would not be the end of the world. I’m sick. I am working out 6 days a week, so I can easily make up for it on Sunday instead.
But I know me. One day off, can turn into 2. If I have h1n1, it’s not over in one day. Two days turn into 3…and pretty soon I am not going to work out at all. With that in mind, I went downstairs. I eyed that machine with about as much enthusiasm as I would paying bills. But armed with my little cheerleader, and bolstered with the knowledge that Elijah was actually sleeping and I could workout without him, I started. Ouch. Warming up was a killer. I almost gave up there. I made it through that, made it through the bench press. Bending down to pick up the handles for the shoulder exercises was painful. But you know what, I made it all the way through. Nothing felt sweeter than getting to the cool down.
So take that H1n1! I did it!!