It's not that I did anything exceptional today. It's not that I woke up and my swelling was gone and I looked fantastic. It's that I came home after a week of housesitting, got in my bed with my dogs, put on the tv, and rested. I'm not looking at that as being lazy, I'm looking at it as knowing what I need and doing it without feeling bad.
I have fitness plans for the week to keep building back my strength and stamina little by little but in order to make that happen rest is important too. It's mandatory. It's necessary anyway in a training program, it's essential recovering from surgery. I accept that, I embrace that, and I look at it as a step in getting stronger, not a setback.
Look at me, thinking all rationally and stuff. Where was this chick last week when I needed her?
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