I haven’t been to the gym since Wednesday.
That by itself is a bit of a surprise to me.
A bigger surprise, however, is that I haven’t missed it. I haven’t run around at night searching for ways to expend excess energy. I haven’t been bouncing off walls. Each day since Friday (the last time I was supposed to hit the gym) I have thought about going. My gym bag is packed, my workout clothes are waiting, my workout plan is written. Each day, though, I look at my plans and choose not to go.
I don’t miss it.
The last couple workouts were great: a challenging stabilization workout that combined upper and lower body moves that I alternate with a completely strength workout. I actually like both of these. It’s not the workout that I’m avoiding. Some part of me needs a rest, needs a break.
But break time is over. Today, come hell or high water, I’m tying on my workout shoes, putting that gym bag in the car, and heading in to the gym. A few days’ break is one thing; but, a new week means it’s time to get back to work.