Yesterday I shredded, and delightfully took a day off of running. The shred was okay, not great. I kind of half-assed it, because I wasn't feeling it.
Today my alarm beeped at 8:15. Just enough time to get up, hydrate, shred, hydrate, run, shower, fuel, and head to work. But I pulled the covers over my head and shut the alarm off. I hid in bed until 10! I told myself I would be even more grumpy if I didn't shred, so I made time for that.
But it took a lot of effort to get up. In order to justify my not running on a 4mile hill day, I busted through that shred like no body's business. It actually felt pretty good. I was out of breath most of the time, which is a good thing. Those pesky side lunges with shoulder raises are getting easier, and by taking the static lunges at a slightly slower pace, I'm able to get a better range of motion.
I felt pretty awesome afterwards. And that's what's so difficult! I can't seem to convince myself that it's all going to feel awesome so I should just get up and do it.
Maybe I'm having an off week. I feel off of my routine, which freaks me out a little. I know, ya'll probably don't realize how much more at ease I am with a routine. But now you do.
I'm hoping to be back on track by tomorrow.
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