Yesterday I felt a little under the weather. My body was sore, and something that I ate was reeking its revenge on me. I had a workout scheduled, and I had no intention of cancelling it. So I got myself dressed and off I went to the gym. As I went through the paces, my mind drifting, my stomach aching, I kept reminding myself to focus. I couldn’t feel a thing. I couldn’t feel my muscles working, yet I knew that they were. Even though intensity and enthusiasm were lacking, I was still able to push myself to maintain the numbers, and in some cases increase the weight. I felt like I was in a bubble. There physically, but not mentally, I left feeling like it was a waste of time.
Today I feel amazing! My head is clear, my stomach ache gone, and my legs are killing me. I guess we all have those days? My partner normally writes the blog post, and today he finds himself going through the paces, mind drifting, not really knowing what to touch on. He’s collecting his thoughts after an early morning run. The only advice that I have for him and for all of us in our daily lives, is to pace ourselves. We’re in it for the long haul.