Back At It

I grew up in a very health conscience family. My mom is a nurse practitioner and also has a masters in nutrition. She is very into fitness and got us engaged in it at a very young age. (As punishment we had to do push-ups, no joke). I am very grateful for it too and have carried my habits that I learned long ago with me throughout my college years. However, I was recently injured or rather told that I had a condition that would prevent me from heavy lifting (or lifting anything over five pounds). Let me tell you people, costochondritis is no joke. I felt like I was dying if I breathed too hard or even turned my steering wheel. I don't recommend. However I was cleared to be back on the floor today and couldn't have been more excited! I was only out for two weeks but I felt so tense and stressed without my workout. It's like my own personal high with all the endorphins that I release. It's such a routine that my life feels incomplete without it and I'm thankful my injury wasn't more serious.