Somehow, I think that since I’ve been working out pretty consistently for 3 years, a week off won’t really be all that signficant. And it isn’t. Until I go back. I was dragging throughout my workouts this week–Monday and Tuesday were particularly challenging not so much physically but mentally. Wednesday was double workout day: walking with a friend followed by spin class.
Let me tell you, spin felt like it was going to kill me for the first 10 minutes. My legs burned and felt sluggish, I felt like a stranger to the bike for some reason and I was distracted by a small light flickering in a corner. And then, suddenly, everything felt right. My heart rate was consistently in the 150-170 range, I controlled my breathing and my cadence and my legs burned–this time without feeling like lead.
I’m not going to mislead you: I was EXHAUSTED after. I yawned through a coffee date. I was ready to be in bed by 9 (I held off til 10). But it felt pretty darn good!