Frustration Reaching It's Limit

I started my track season last week. It was horrible. I wasn't in shape for the third year in a row and it always bites my in the butt. But the most annoying thing this time is that I could've and would've avoided this pain. Stupid cough. I hate being sick. So I told you guys at the beginning of the year that I would get in shape for this track season and I meant it but after two weeks I got a horrible cough that wouldn't go away, but thankfully wasn't whooping cough, and every time I worked out I would bend over wheezing from the cough. It just wouldn't go away. So I stopped working out in attempt to get better and before I knew it 7 weeks had passed and I was just getting over the stupid bug.

So now here I am, partially injured and cursing the dang cough. I've never been so frustrated in my life. Because it just so happens that this year I am actually extremely motivated to do well and I can't run because of my injury now. Overall, it sucks.