I woke up Monday morning feeling a bit under the weather. Sore throat, can't breathe out of the nose etc... Basically I was sure I was on my death bed. I remembered the above
It was not pretty. In fact, it was pathetic and I've never hated Jill more than I did in that moment. But I got through it. While fighting the desire to rip my burning throat out with my bare hands, I actually felt a little proud of myself even. I have never worked out through an illness. I've always taken it as an excuse to give up - but not this time.
As silly as it may seem, it was a big moment for me. A realization that I'm really in this. That I do have what it takes to reach my goals and that I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that.
With that being said, they did lie though. It did not make my near-death illness go away. In fact, it's far worse today. But, it did force me to jump a big hurdle and I can't wait to be on the mend so I can give it my all.