Monday: rest and rolling
Tuesday: rest and lunges
Wednesday: rest and rolling
Hmmmm. Needless to say, three consecutive days of rest were *not* exactly what my training plan called for, and the week was going to hell in a handcart fast.
This evening looked to be going the same way. As I arrived home from work, the heavens opened, and a check of my plan found that tonight’s session was a hard one, featuring the dreaded phrase “ALL OUT”. Could I justify skipping another session? I tried my most plausible excuse out on my husband. It didn’t pass muster. So I changed, grabbed my garmin and headed on out.
Eighty minutes later, with not a drop of rain on me, I stumbled back through the front door. And eighty seconds after that, the heavens opened.
I’ll leave you to guess my current smug quotient.