I woke up begrudgingly at 5:30 this morning for a 6:00 am swim workout. I was packed and ready to go. I was looking forward to it. As I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast, I kept waiting for the cobwebs to clear. They didn't. I felt like crap--plan and simple. I remembered what my nutritionist had said yesterday: "You're walking on a tightrope now. If you have to choose between, let's say, a master's swim and more sleep, choose sleep." For better or worse, her words echoed in my head. Depressed and pissed off at missing my swim, I went back to bed.
....and slept soundly for 3 hours. Hmmm. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea afterall?
It's a recovery week, I keep reminding myself. If I don't feel fresh and eager in my workouts, I will get absolutely no benefit. I'm trying to listen to my body. It's hard. I don't like it. I got on the trainer Wednesday morning. Told myself if I didn't feel better after 10 minutes, I could quit. After 20 minutes of toiling in a low gear, unable to produce any quality power, I got off. And stretched for 30 minutes.
I hope my body will thank me for it.
And feel better already!
Afterall, it's Thursday!