My first real rest day. I didn’t work out, I didn’t run. I got up at 6a to go to crossfit, but I just didn’t feel good. Usually I’m just a little achy and still half asleep at 6a when I wake up for CF, but today it didn’t feel right. I checked my email, saw that Holly had to pick up a shift (I didn’t feel badly then, since had she gone, I would’ve felt like I bailed on her!) dicked around on my phone for a min, and went back to sleep. Ahhhh… ended up waking up at 9a.
The problem with this is… when I sleep until 9a, I feel groggy, have a headache, my back hurts, blah blah. When I wake up at 6a, I feel a little sleepy, but not achy, not tired. I don’t have a headache, and I’m up and awake within minutes. I get my coffee going, let the dogs out, get ready for crossfit, etc. The 6a start to my day is usually really amazing. I even contemplated staying up this morning when I woke up, just because I dreaded the feeling I’d get if I slept for another 3 hours. But then I thought about how comfy and warm the bed would be, and well, that won.
I’m hoping tomorrow I’m ready to get up and go at it. With the way I feel now, I think tomorrow will be awesome.
In response to yesterday’s post. WTF. I’ve thought about deleting the post and pretending like it never happened, just because when I go back and read it, all I see is this crazy chick rambling about being emotional and whatnot. Today I don’t feel that way at all. I’ll just chalk it up to batshit crazy girl hormones, and be thankful that it has passed. Everyone else will be thankful too. Me as a visibly emotional basketcase is rare, and it’s something I try to keep others from experiencing.
I opted to leave it, because it’s really how I felt. Those were my emotions from this weekend. I’m not typically a girly girl, all crying and whatnot, but it still happens from time to time. I can’t help it, I can’t control it, it’s just how it is. I wish I could control my hormones and emotions, and I fought it for 3 days. I’m just glad it’s over with.