I’ve had an emotionally and physically exhausting few days. Several intense conversations with people I haven’t seen or talked to in many years (a couple of whom you have met here, Jay and Lou), emotions that run high and low, and on top of that…
…I’ve been doing the P90 workouts, the Masters series, in the mornings before work for the last 3 or 4 weeks, which is tiring in and of itself, but yesterday I didn’t eat enough during the day and totally and completely tanked by mid-afternoon. I was so lethargic by the time I got home last night that I couldn’t think of a single thing to make for dinner. We ended up have a couple of beef tacos in corn tortillas, just enough to fill my belly though, and I woke up hungry in the night. This morning my workout was so brutal I finally gave up. My legs just would not move, not matter how hard my brain told them to. Glycogen. Look it up.
BRING IT! (If you know Tony Horton, you know…)
p.s. These pictures have absolutely nothing to do with my story. I took them last month and was waiting for the perfect moment to share them. This moment, for instance, when I have nothing else to share.