The Banishment

Yesterday, I skipped CrossFit.

Despite the fact The Professor was all smiles.

I didn't want to go, I knew the extra effort to get there before work was daunting.

I still got up at 4:50am.

I discovered Lad wasn't home at 5:00am (I had worked late, he had stayed with his Grandparents.)

At 5:15am I had pulled clean workout clothes from the laundry room pile and caught the King's eye.  He's on vacation this week.

We live waaaaaay out of town.

My view of Granite Mtn.

It's a 25 minute drive into town, workout for an hour, 25 minute drive back, shower too fast, get ready for work, 25 minute drive to work.

Or...

Get some coffee.  Talk with King.  Enjoy an extra hour in bed.  Do a three song workout.  Sweat some more.  Leisurely shower, one drive, not three.

I don't call this a score for Maverick.

I call this judicial use of time.

I'm 18 weeks into the Quest.  This is the first workout I've skipped...and today, I wish I had done it.  Yesterday though, it was the best choice.  It's still the best choice, even though I'm craving that deliciously sore feeling that only comes from weighted squats.

My dog misses me:)

I new wrinkle?  My hand.  Again.

Apparently a hose nozzle is more than 5lbs of pressure.

Still swollen 24hrs later, and I did it at work.

So I feel guilty today about skipping yesterday's workout even though it was the right choice.  Apparently the excuse monster and cheat monster have a friend I had yet to meet:  the guilt monster.

I don't think so.

I refuse to feel guilty about skipping.

That monster?  Well he can just go take a hike.

And I happen to know I'll be at least 40 paces ahead.