And speaking of the Olympics, congrats to Keri and Misty! So happy for them to three-peat. It will be so weird to see Keri compete without Misty at her side.
This has been by far one of the hardest weeks I’ve had since we’ve moved to NYC. I have been in a state of exhaustion for the entire week, and while I’ve cut out my Mountain Dew for breakfast, I just feel blah. I feel stressed because I need to work on a lot of things (especially for the wedding) and by time I get home from work, I just want to go to bed. I just don’t feel excited about living here.
Wah, wah, right?
I know you are supposed to listen to your body (hey, it’s something that I preach!), but if I would have listened to my body this week, I’m pretty sure I would have lived in bed and drank a case of Mountain Dew while chowing down on a few bags of Sour Patch Kids.
Yesterday I told you that the only way I got myself out of bed was to say that today was a rest day. I wasn’t going to let that happen. Neither was this guy.
He sat outside our bedroom door meowing incessantly until I let him in. I think he wanted attention, but I took it as a sign that I needed to hit the road. I did five miles with 10 telephone pole sprints in between. I like running sprints (but still have not found a track that I can go to here… don’t get me wrong, there are tracks but I refuse to travel for an hour to get there) because they make me feel fast! They switch up the routine, too.
I finished up with my ab routine, including my longest plank EVER.
Wahoo! #plankaday love! I think it’s making me stronger. Thinking I should do one every day until the wedding!
All in all, I’m happy that I lied to myself and made myself get up this morning. Now I can look forward to a real rest day tomorrow. And perhaps some extra sleep in the next few days!
How do you get through a hard week? Do you agree that you never regret a workout?