Thursdays usually are my tough day. I’m fatigued from Tuesday and Wednesday and yet I know I still have another hard day ahead of me. Today lived up to its billing. I struggled. My mind and body are tired.
It may have been what I ate last night. It may have been a slight cold in my lungs. I even may have been my being bumped back up to Line 1. (My friend Jenny and I usually fill in Line 1 when they are short on folks.) I don’t know. Today kinda kicked my butt.
All my old friends were waiting for me. Towels, treadmills, wall squats, mountain climbers, burpees — but there were new twists. We had to run on the treadmill with the motor off (can you say sweatfest?) Paul was back. He pushed us hard. (and on a happy note, his son is doing well after surgery.)
I’m very tired right now and have a long day ahead of me.
But at 6:20 a.m., I walked out of the Walter Payton Center with the knowledge I had another strong workout under my belt. Today I made another step toward the next level.
Thursday was a tough day. But I’m tougher.