It's Thursday evening and I just got home from a long day. I just had a very productive session with my shrink (yes, I have a shrink...the world would a happier place if more people saw shrinks). I had every intention of pulling a two-a-day and doing a circuit training workout tonight. My calfs are cranky and my brain is fried. My gut instinct says to rest, but my mind is laying on the guilt pretty thick.
My heart wants to plop down on the couch and watch this week's Biggest Loser (I know, the irony), but my mind is saying, "Come 'on, plank walks and sumo squats would be so much fun!"
I want to feel the sweat dripping from my forehead and ache (the good kind) in my obliques from doing Russian twists, but I just don't think it's going to happen tonight.
My adrenaline rush is going to have to wait till my swim workout tomorrow.
In the meantime, I think I'll work on plotting out which races I want to do in the Fall. That'll have to do for now. (Forgive the random post, sometimes in the course of writing things down, I make my best decisions...I think think is one of those times)