I went out to dinner last night with a friend and didn’t get home til late. I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 4:30, hit snooze once and rolled out of bed at 4:40.
I only had gotten to the gym twice this week, and I had to get there today so that I at least did one of each of my workouts this week. The only workout I was missing was my right-side isolation workout, which for me is my most important and critical. As many gains as I have made with my disability, neglecting that workout reverses my progress exponentially so.
For me my workouts are way too important to both my sanity and my growth. They both keep me focused on my long term goals and exist as the avenue toward those long term goals. Life happens, and though this week has been stressful, the stress gets compounded when I miss my workouts. I don’t want to say that I feel myself getting weaker, but nerve damage always has a way of making itself known.
Luckily, this week has finished. I got to the gym, balanced my workouts and didn’t struggle with my workout. That was a relief. Next week starts on Sunday. As tiring as it is, nothing will make me happier than getting 6 workouts in and feeling my disability be eliminated bit by bit day after day from staying consistent.