Today has been one of those days where I have officially decided that I need to take a "chill pill" - tired, cranky, full of leg DOMS and feeling like I'm not going to be lean enough "on the day". However the wiser side of me knows not to buy too much into emotions, especially when one is tired. The wiser side says, "one meal, one workout at at time". The unwise side of me says, "is it time for Indian yet?" The wise side replies and says "you will get your Indian in due course, my young apprentice".
Got some training in, taught RPM this morning but felt a little lacklustre - more due to leg DOMS (bitch, moan, whine!) than anything else.