I admit it. I was whining. And I ought to know by now that that never goes as well as I think it will. He-who-trains decided I wasn't having enough fun throughout the week, so he added in another workout: 3 minutes flat-out cardio then Ab exercise. Repeat til you puke... or something like that. I told him I would start it today, but then woke up this morning crazy tired-- like can't peel myself off the couch, like taking a shower seemed like a monumental effort. (Uh, not too much effort mind you.) So I sent him a text telling him I'd do this fun thing next week. His response: "wimp". He KNOWS that that is not a name I appreciate being called. Then he sent another one asking "WWJD?" Sacrilege aside, the question was intended to ask what Jamie Eason-- fitness model and bodybuilder (whose picture lives on my desktop wallpaper, phone wallpaper, refrigerator and bathroom mirror, to remind me of my goal) would do. It was a guilt trip extraordinare, no doubt.
The problem is that that stuff works on me. I spent a while trying to eat and nap and psych myself up and make myself go. But the more I thought I about it, I realized the answer to "What Would Jamie Do?" isn't what I would've thought it was. You look at a body like hers, and you think "of course she would go and push herself." Wrong. If she has a body like that, by now she has learned to listen to it. Of course, she goes hard. But when her body says, and means, "Sit yo behind down today before you have to sit yo behind down for several days" that is surely what she does.
So that's what I'm doing. I'm day offing-- and only a little embarrased to admit that it's 2:30 in the afternoon and I am in my pjs. And I might just stay that way for the rest of the day.
Besides, tomorrow is death-by-leg-day, which He-who-trains has been making a big deal about for now over a week. If I bail on that, I will. never. hear. the. end. of. it. I might have to crawl out, but I'd better at least show up. And I'd like to make it more than three minutes. So yeah, I can park it today, and make sure I've had enough to drink and actually rest. Because tomorrow when the question "What Would Jamie Do?" comes to my mind, the answer will be "Wear it out. Give it more than you have. Go home proud."
Oh and just for fun: for anyone who loves leg day as much as I do. I'm just saying...