Okay, so my morning post was a WEE bit overdramatic. Couple that with reading an awful story on NPR about a photographer who was taking pictures of a little bunny and ended up CRUSHING the bunny by accident (I am not linking to the story, and I had to block it from my newsfeed because I kept crying)…and I was a bit of a drama queen.
My wrist hurting is more than a first world problem, since it continues to plague me throughout my career. That being said, I had the signs leading up to it all week. I am taking today off, and as I tell my students, if for some reason you can’t practice, LISTEN. I’ll be doing that.
It’s just that I woke up early to practice all morning and then my schedule was off. Those who know me well know I like having my schedule set, I like knowing what’s going to happen and where I’m going to be, who I’m going to see, that sort of thing. Sometimes I get a little bit anal about that sort of thing, and I don’t adapt well to change. Once change happens, I have a mini freak out, and then I am usually okay. (Well, as long as large groups aren’t involved. The older I’ve gotten, the more I just cannot handle large groups.)
But I’m very resilient, I am okay NOT practicing today, really. At least I’ve gotten some good practice in this week, right?
See, aren’t I doing well? Aren’t we all proud of me?
Today’s workout was heavy on the deadlifts. I was awesome and deadlifted an amount that my trainer reminded me, just a few months ago, made me cry and say "I can’t, I just can’t." I took that to me I was getting stronger, he took it to mean that sometimes I tell myself I can’t do things that I actually can. Agree to disagree.