The tale of two days.
Tuesday morning, I was in Oxford — so no PLS. I ran 4.5 miles on Ole Miss’ campus. A great mornin
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Wednesday, I was exhausted. I had been dealing with something personal and was tired from the trip. My brain talked me into turning off the alarm at 3:53 so I could get some more sleep. My son came in at 4:55 with a stiff neck. I got him some ibuprofen and climbed back into bed. Then my wife’s alarm went off at 5. And 5:10. And 5:20. And 5:30. I got out of bed. Apparently sleep was not happening. And because I didn’t workout, I felt terrible all day long.
This morning I was equally tired. But I got up at 3:50 and headed to work out. I drug through the exercises. We had to push a tackling dummy on the ground 160-yards and carry it 240 yards. We had to play heave and retrieve with 12-pound ball for about 600 yards. And then we ran several hundred yards with a parachute on. Ugh.
But then we did yoga. It was good to get the stretch in and the burn. I left feeling alive. And 100% better than the day I got “more” sleep.