So apparently the universe wanted to test my assertion yesterday that wake-up workouts are ideal. Suffice it to say that Sunday twirled around me until it was 7:30pm and I still hadn't "pushed play" yet.
Oh, the excuses I wanted to make. Kids have homework. It's too late. I won't be able to sleep. The laundry isn't done. I should really catch up on all my Draw Something game requests.
Also, I should probably mention the pain. Ow. It hurts to sit. Maybe I didn't take the stretch seriously enough?
Yesterday I told you to suck it up. So I guess
It wasn't easy but I did it. This time - maybe because it was the end of the day - it was the warm-up that almost did me in. I was in a complete flop sweat just nine minutes in.
In the spirit of keepin' it real, I'll admit that I bailed on the single leg tricep dips; just so you don't feel badly if there's a move here and there that's just too much at that moment.
On the plus side, I recovered enough to do the tricep ball push-ups. I surprised myself.