At the beginning of the year, I felt healthy and ready to go hard at CrossFit. My injuries had all been healed, and I was well rested.
My dog had to go the emergency vet. The next week my grandmother died. Then I fell down the stairs and bruised up my entire left forearm.
Then, this week, I hit myself in the foot with a dumbbell, I fell on the ice, and I dropped a 15-pound plate on my other foot.
I’ve about had it and am wondering what the hell God is trying to tell me here.