So for the past few days I've been kind of sick.

I stumbled home from work Monday and fell asleep until around Tuesday afternoon. I did wake up to decide to not go to dance class, take a shower and e-mail out sick from work.

Between Monday 7pm until Tuesday 7pm, I spent approximately 19 hours in bed.

I felt better and risked a run to choir rehearsal. Which left me appropriately drained, but I sang better than I have all season and felt alright. Except for this persistent scratchy throat.

This morning, throat was worse. Lo! Behold even! My father also has said sore throat. My family is so loving and caring.

We both have strep throat. YAY!

This will be day 3 without some sort of massive cardio workout. Monday I skipped dance class, Tuesday I don't really do one because choir tuckers me out enough and Wednesday I do aerobics class.

And you know what?

I'm not freaking out too much.

I thought I would be miserable and feel terrible, but I'm okay.

It's nice to know that I'm not as addicted to the gym, to working out as I thought I was.

I can rest.

And I'll be back, harder better faster stronger, tomorrow night!

Because that that that that don't kill me will only make me stronger.

I hate myself. I'm sorry DAFT PUNK!!!!!