When I woke up on Monday, my legs felt fine. It was everything else that hurt. One of those days. I slept in as late as I could in an effort to regain as much energy as possible to get through the day.
I made it, came home, and went straight to bed for the next hour. Then the guilt set in. I knew that the St. Lawrence rec centre had lane swim on Monday nights from 7-8. I forced myself to go, giving myself the option of bailing if it was too much.
It wasn’t too much. I didn’t push myself, but I didn’t stop. 35 minutes later, I wrapped up my swim, feeling better than I had felt all day.
Sometimes exercise is magic.