I knew today was going to be rough. I was coming back from being off for three days. My muscles are sore and tired from driving 2,500 miles. My body is wiped-out from a stomach virus yesterday. I had a pocket-full of excuses for not going to workout this morning.
But I went anyway.
I ran afoul with Paul during jumping jacks. I can’t lift my arm over my head because of a bad A/C separation and a rotator cuff injury. I worked hard on my form. It wasn’t cutting the mustard. So I’ll work harder on it tomorrow.
I felt terrible today. I was plain exhausted and was embarrassed by my effort. It was my worst day by far.
I’m mad at myself for not performing better. I felt like I was treading water during Olympic swimming trials. But I survived it. I felt terrible during it. And I feel terrible now. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing I showed up.
I think today was a nice metaphor for life. You have bad days. You have days when you want to sleep in or lie down and quit. But you push through them and look forward to the better days. Hopefully tomorrow will be one of those days.
I look forward to better workouts. To great workouts. Today just wasn’t one of them.
Paul told us about seeing hazardous waste disposal boxes in the restrooms of the Beau Rivage for insulin needles. Diabetes is a frightening and horrible disease. Considering the role obesity plays in some cases of it, it inspires me to avoid the big, wide chairs of the buffet that much more.