Well after my 2k I started to get a bit of a tickle in my lungs. I thought maybe it was a little left over "Grace" lung from a few days prior, but thinking back I felt like pooh after my 2k like shaky and achy. The next day I was really sore and achy too. It was a downhill spiral after that. My dear friend Erika from Tacoma, WA came to visit me! I thought it had only been a year or two since I last saw her, it has been 6!! Too long! She came to visit and I proceeded to cough more and sound worse. I got an awful rough sounding voice from all my coughing. After my throat healed up the cough changed and suddenly my ribs felt like they were going to bust. In particular the right side, which I cracked in high school, but no lump this time. Then last week on the car ride home to ND my left side started to ache. I tired to workout at home the first day went alright, the second was painful and slow, and my rib was quite angry after wards. I am thinking in one of my last coughing fits I pulled a muscle because it hurt to the touch, but I could lay on my side. However if I rotated my shoulders forward it hurt like son-of-a-gun! Now, nearly 4 weeks later and I am just finally starting to not have a cough! Rib feels the best today than in 3 weeks, so I am hoping for more progress this weekend. I have done like 1 workout a week since getting sick :( Then I went home and went waaaaay off my normal eating habits, and have lost motivation to get back on, even though I feel yucky. The good news is that during my illness the few workouts I did, I set some PRs! I am now the proud owner of a 63kg Snatch (138#),a 155# Thruster, 81kg Clean and Jerk (178#), 84kg Clean (185#), 85kg Jerk (187#), and a 245# Back Squat. I'll take it.
On a sad and different note my uncle, Stephen McLeish, passed away April 16th, after a year long battle with cancer. I pray for healing of the broken hearts of my family in the loss of a son, a brother, husband and father. My family is asking anyone who feels inclined, to please donate to the American Cancer Society. Please see the attached link for more information, about my uncle and donating. As it was a sad reason to gather, it was a beautiful celebration of life. All the grand-kids were together for the first time in 9 years, we got to see our 93 year old great-aunt Edna whom I personally haven't seen in 18 years. I was also happy to visit the family ranch for the first time since my parent and I moved 13 years ago, even though it was only 15 miles away. It was such a great place to be a little kid, and I miss it so! It was nice to see the support from so many family members, friends and neighbors, many of which I had to re-introduce myself to, as I am no longer a 4' tall, pig tail wearing little girl. I now am a 5'7, short hair wearing 27 year old woman. Wow...that's weird to say out loud.
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