Rest days

Rest Days

The last ten days or so I have been under strict instructions to rest.
I had picked up a few small niggles and compounded with some late nights, early mornings and the stress that comes with imminent fatherhood I was pretty exhausted. I had forced myself through the last few workouts with more determination then enjoyment.
Resting is hard….

Aside from the extra free time I have had on my hands (and training takes up on average three hours each day) it has been strange not to have the washing machine constantly on, food cooking or my mind focused on what activity Trevor had lined up for me next.

Typically, I caught a cold. I felt listless and overwhelmingly tired. I sat on the sofa and looked longingly at my kettle bell. I drove past the gym and felt a degree of sadness which is somewhat bizarre and I had Paul manipulate my limbs in an increasingly painful series of sessions. I was even so bored that one afternoon I cooked a series of high protein meals to put in the freezer.

Tomorrow training starts again and I am raring to go...