One of those nights
Ever had one of those nights were the thought of going to the Muscle Pump class after work makes you want to punch kittens and the only thing that will save you is skipping the class, picking up Chinese takeout (calorie count oh thousands) and sitting on the couch watching old episodes of Glee and My Drunk Kitchen (seriously it is hilarious check it out).
Last night was one of those nights. At first I felt guilty about skipping it and then I realized that since I can't walk without wincing and my arms are basically useless (like seriously I can't even pluck my eyebrows which is a travesty) and I wanted to run this morning so....I felt a rest was in order and it was probably deserved (I can justify anything). Working out twice a day is serious business and I am tired.
But this morning 8 miles ran by 6:30am. Whoop.
Anyone else traded workout for takeout lately?