Back At It, Mostly

Last week started strong. Monday? Nailed it. Tuesday? Still going. Wednesday? Sore, but in that satisfying “oh right, this is what lifting feels like” kinda way. And then somewhere around Wednesday night, my body decided to file a formal complaint.

Was it allergies? The start of a cold? Delayed-onset “you haven’t trained consistently in months, genius” syndrome? Hard to say. All I know is my head felt fuzzy, my energy tanked, and my immune system seemed to be flipping through the employee handbook looking for the section titled “Refuse Additional Labor.”

Add then the dogs decided to host multiple 2:30 a.m. emergency bathroom conferences and my sleep officially left the building.

So by Thursday, I wasn’t sore in a heroic way. I was tired in a “why does gravity feel heavier this week?” way. Did I power through? Nope, I backed off. Not dramatically, not in a “well, that’s over” spiral, just a controlled retreat. Strategic laziness.

I tried to make up a little ground over the weekend. I Moved around a bit, reminded my body we’re not retiring, but since sleep was still questionable at best, recovery was too.

So here we are, back at it this week. Missing a few days isn’t failure. Getting knocked sideways by pollen, poor sleep, or canine bladder schedules isn’t failure either, the only failure is in not trying.

So we try again. And yes, I know what Yoda said, but sometimes, trying is simply the best we can do.

Still lifting. Still losing. Still showing up. Usually.