Day 2 no lifting.
Ok, technically, its day 4 since I haven't lifted since Friday. Either way, I am not the happiest camper right now. To say I am anxious would be an understatement. I honestly have to keep reminding myself its only a week, I'll be fine. Ha...I sound like I'm in meathead rehab. Geez.
I was tired from the start today, but not nearly as bad as yesterday. By the time my pseudo-workout rolled around I was feeling pretty decent and ready to get on it. I clocked another 5 miles today and then walked on 10 incline to finish out my time. Today my feet were actually a little sore and my body was wondering what the heck was going on and why all the cardio. I suddenly felt the need to apologize to myself in the middle of mile 4...
I could tell my hamstrings were tightening up by the end and realized that by Friday I will be in much need of a massage. Having a total stranger drive their elbow into your butt and then proceed to play your hamstring like a drum is completely underrated. I would get one every week if I could. Man, woman, I don't care...I want to feel borderline-abused when I leave.
The day rolled on like a typical Tuesday. Busy with clients and then 2 high school soccer teams...way too many teenage girls in one room at one time. The chatter was unbelievable. And I'm sure I was the exact same way...I do not miss that age. I was blown away though by the number of girls who simply would not kick it into 5th gear. Frustrating. And seriously, what's with the crew socks? Hideous.
Well, its already 8:45 and I am pretty spent. It will be an early rise in the morning and taking hump day down like a cage fight. Here we go! Night folks!
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