okay seriously what the fuck is happening to me right now.
for kid scheduling reasons our regular wednesday workout wasnt going to, well, work out, and that was going to mean i only did two workouts this week and i tried to be like no thats fine its reasonable to be flexible im an adult about this and then my brain fucking rebelled and insisted i book an alternate time to bring me back up to three for the week and once i had i was suddenly happy
who the fuck am i any more?!
And its Hell Week starting thursday, which is this ridiculous event where all the workouts are insane for a week—WHICH I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO—and i tried to reason with my brain: look, its hell week starting thursday, we're going to a hell week workout on thursday, do you really want to do a regular workout the day before that? and my brain was like, yes that sounds great
like my wife was all "you can sleep in tomorrow" and my brain was all "no i want to sweat and work until i want to vomit!"
...and Skeletor comes in with the obvious but still correct response:
okay that workout felt fucking great. it was like my brain ticked over, realizing that i had every excuse in the world to skip the day and i was still there because i actually want to be there and just straight up enjoy being there.
i have drunk the kool aid.
speaking of which i need a hydration drink…
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