I've said this before, but I think it bears repeating a few times... Every workout isn't "killer" or a "personal best" or even average. Sometimes just working out is a struggle, and today is a perfect example of it. Merinda and I went to see some latin jazz last night, which if you didn't know, means Cuban music. We love live music and had a good time. I felt like I should have been sitting in the sun, drinking some coffee and just enjoying the music. Anyway, we got home late and I didn't really get a good nights sleep. Woke up today against my better judgement and struggled through my exercise.
Really there's no rhyme or reason to it, I've had late nights and woken up and crushed my workouts, but today that extra gear was missing. Probably due to a combination of lack of sleep and two gruesome days of exercise in a row, regardless I got up and put the effort in. Yes, it was difficult, however what's important is to listen to your body and do what you can, not what you "think" you should be doing.
Enough run-on sentances and ramblings. Have a great weekend!
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