You might notice that there wasn’t a Day 13. It’s not that I fear the number 13. What I feared was driving back from Oxford, Mississippi in the middle of the night during severe thunderstorms. So while my PLS friends were working out at 5 a.m., I was commuting to work.
I woke up at 3:37 a.m. — eight minutes before my alarm went off. I didn’t WANT to get up. In fact, the room was nice and cool, so that made the warm covers that much more seductive. But I did. I knew I had to go get my workout in. I know that success is one good choice after another. And I wasn’t going to make a bad choice this morning.
Of course, when I was on the treadmill as it was at a 15% incline, I was wondering how wonderful my choice was.
Today was a core/leg day. We did the treadmill (tough), core work in the racquetball room, (tougher), pushed towels (easier than last year but tough) and we then followed it all up with wall-sits (and laps around the gym.). By the time I finished, it was shaking like Elvis on too much caffeine.
And yes, my knee still hurts. But by the time I got to the wall-sits, the ibuprofen kicked in and it had stretched out enough so it would move. Stretching seems to be the best thing for it right now.
So that was day 14. It was one of many choices I’ll make the day on my journey to go from fit-to-fat-to-fit.
This is not a good choice.
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