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.
Never stop moving.
Erase the word rest from your mind.
While you’re taking a 10 second break, I’m doing one rep at a time.
While you’re squatting and breathing, I’m moving, pushing myself.
While you’re re-chalking, I’m getting another pull up.
You’d be surprised how one rep at a time chips away at what seems like a huge number such as 50.
Before you know it, you’re done and on to the next move.
And before you know it, you’ve passed everyone else who took breaks. You’ve beat everyone else and are at the top.
All because you never stopped moving until you finished or the clock ran down.
You believed in yourself. You envisioned the end game. You did your best.
And that, my friend, is a perfect day.