I took a week off from training—well, eight days to be exact—so this attempt at a Monday session is hitting me like a mother. That said, I don’t regret the time away, the beach it was spent sunning on, or the family and hubby time that I was gifted with in the process. It was all in good fun and I wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
Even so, that doesn’t help me at this moment—as I slip on the trainers, weight gloves, and HRM—so, what’s a girl to do?
Well, my plan is to ease my way back into the swing. Start with something familiar (knock out a few sets on the weight bench) and see if my body, and mind, respond in kind. And while it’s completely plausible to believe I’ll be ready to quit after 10-minutes—did I mention I was in a bikini, on a beautiful beach, this time last week?—I am challenging my mind to overcome this matter.
Ugh…I hate taking time off for this very reason but, again, I needed it, my body needed it, and I suspect I’ll be better for it in the long run.
Either way, my playlist is set, my clothes are on, and I’m alive and well—might as well give it a shot, right?
Alright, time to move something.