I knew I was addicted to the gym, but at this point I'm truly beginning to understand the consequences of that addiction. I've only lifted once this week, on Wednesday, and that was light and short. I was planning on lifting again on Friday or at least running some HIIT hill intervals to get some endorphins flowing, but I woke up still absurdly sore on Friday morning from Wednesday's workout. I figured if I wanted to be really fresh and ready to start training full force again this coming week I should probably take it easy so I went for a long walk instead. It was incredibly unsatisfying.
At this point I would say my mood is legitimately depressed by the fact that I've been out of my lifting routine for almost two weeks (between pre-comp deload and post-comp recovery.) It sucks. I didn't train today because I was in 8 hours of PT board exam prep class and because I am planning on starting my new program tomorrow but I sort of wish I had just so I wouldn't be feeling so totally shitty right now. I am in a serious funk and I'm pretty sure the only cure is smashing some weights. Fortunately tomorrow is deadlift day and I'm checking out TPS for the first time, which as I understand it is basically a powerlifter's dream gym.
Until then, you can find me sulking in this corner.
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