Yesterday, my arm was tweaked from the day before.
I debated all morning, “Should I go to the box?” I was going over in my mind all the scaled options I could do and how it wouldn’t hurt me, etc. I did this literally for an hour.
Finally, logic prevailed.
I skipped the box and Oly class. I wasn’t very happy about it, but I’ve learned I’d rather miss one day than one week.
Today my arm feels good. Ready to go.
That rest day was good.
At least that’s what I tell myself.