It started out normal enough. I got to work early and was debating whether to lift upper body or lower body. I kind of did a half-assed leg workout on Saturday then completely missed my upper body workout on Sunday, tried to make up for it on Monday but got interrupted. So I wasn't sure where I was. I decided to go with finishing upper body.
Bad call. I was extremely tired, physically, and I have no idea why. My Monday Night Insomnia had taken a break (probably because I worked the early shift which is unusual for me) so I was fairly well-rested. But for the first time in my life, I gave up mid-biceps curl and dropped the weights on the ground. Good thing I was alone! It wasn't my proudest moment in the gym.
I did teach 2 classes at work today, so that was semi-productive, but I kind of think I phoned it in. I wasn't completely there. Other than that, I hardly did anything at work. And I left early.
Then I spent my first three hours at home doing the exact same thing I did at work for 6 hours- surfing the net (SB was napping). Somewhere during all this heart-pounding adventure I discovered that I injured something in my right hand, probably while I was lifting, because the area between my third and fourth knuckle was very sore. It was uncomfortable to do certain things. Like type.
So obviously not getting the hint that I should just give up attempting anything productive today, I decided to try to run. Seriously, why doesn't someone knock some sense into me? I did't even get in a mile. I was too pooped. And I was doing so well with my running lately too!
So now I just feel like a huge blob. It's a weird feeling. I really want to run but I just can't force myself. Hopefully tomorrow I'll wake up and spring from the bed with a renewed lust for life.
At this point I'll just be happy if I make it out of bed tomorrow.
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