I'll be honest. I moped yesterday. I woke up with a really sore neck, and it got progressively worse all day long, despite the ice, heat and advil. (At least this time, I don't think I hurt it in the gym. Feels like I've been sidelining myself with injuries lately. This one was just a casuality of being alive and walking around in the world... I think.)
When I woke up at 2:45 this morning with the neck thing, my very first thought was "Oh, $#%& no. Today is heavy leg day, and you are NOT going to get in my way of leg day!" I wasn't even awake enough make that a conscious thought.
More than my body is changing. Somewhere inside me, there is a fighter trying to come out. My 2014 starword was triumph. Somewhere, I am ready, really ready, to rock and roll. To not be knocked down, or at least to get up quickly when I am. To not stop until I'm living my wildest dreams. To challenge and push and break through barriers.
It's more ice, heat and advil today. Because assuming I won't hurt myself by going (and I'll talk to He-who-trains first), I have a date with the squat bar and leg press machine.