I need an MRI! I need a CT Scan! I need my head examined! Something is seriously wrong up there!
So I got up this morning and I was really dragging. Thought I would be out the door by eleven, and in the pool by eleven-fifteen. Except I didn’t want to go. Well, I did…but then again I didn’t. Mostly I just wanted to crawl back in bed and get a little more sleep. It’s hard to be enthusiastic about a workout when you were still waiting to doze off at four-thirty (which is the last time I looked at the alarm clock before turning my back to it so I could pout).
Consequently, I was (and am) a bit tired. But like it or not, Monday is a holiday and those blasted pool employees seem to feel like they should be able to take it off. If I didn’t go today, then that would be three days off, instead of two…which I didn’t really like anyway. Bad enough that I can’t go on Sunday’s, but I guess those people have a thing about that, too. You know, it’s not like they wouldn’t get overtime.
I finally got there and in the water about eleven-fifty…and I’m not sure what happened then. Maybe it was to punish myself for not really wanting to go in the first place. Hard to say. Even I don’t know how my mind works half the time.
Anyway, I did one hundred of one exercise instead of the fifty I’ve been doing. And quadrupled the time on another. Why? Because right in the middle of a set…I decided I was just going to skip one of the harder ones. Just for today. Then got mad at myself for even considering it.
So yeah, I think I punished myself. I did the hard exercise anyway, and added the extras.
Other people might have rewarded themselves for sticking with their routine. But not me. Nope. That would just be too easy….
