So after the arrival of my new shoes last Thursday, training came to a screeching halt. I’d been suffering from some low energy last week, but I chalked it up to exercising in Louisiana summer heat, and I’d developed some ear ache in the latter part of the week, but I blamed that on ears full of pool water. However, on Friday everything came to a head and I realized that I was, in fact, feeling terrible and that my tonsils both looked like the petri dishes in some wierd science experiment.
Long story short, I had strep throat. I never had strep throat as a kid, so I was surprised to find out at 31 years of age I was now suffering from it for the first time.
I was not happy. But the cute doctor gave me a nice combo steroid and antibiotic shot, I bought myself some ice cream, and by the end of the weekend I was almost back to normal. Lesson learned though- I’ll never mock those little kids whining about sore throats anymore, because strep is no joke!