I’ve been having one of the worst weeks mood-wise that I can remember in a long time. Nothing bad has happened – I’m just grumpy, depressed, and have no motivation whatsoever. No motivation. I’ve been doing my workouts (mainly because they’ve already been scheduled), but I feel like I’m just going through the motions. I get a sort of reasonable amount of sleep, so I’m dog tired for no reason in particular. Or maybe I’m bunny tired?
She is so cute.
Being tired means I’m starting to get lazy. At Crossfit on Monday, I was supposed to do six rounds and I quit at four. My trainer even told me at one point, “you’re miles away.”
Being tired and lazy means I’m eating more garbage. And while I know I shouldn’t, I’m not exactly stopping myself. I’m trying to care, but I don’t.
So, I think this means I need a week or two to sit on the couch and do nothing. That means no workouts. I read about other people freaking out because they are forced to take a couple weeks off because of an injury and I think, “BFD you big baby” but I guess it’s a different story when you’re the one taking a break. It’s literally been years since I’ve taken more than a couple days off from working out, so this should be interesting, especially since I tend to eat worse when I’m not.
I’ll be scaling back next week and then taking the full week off after the Gasparilla Half next Sunday. That should recharge me, right? I’ll be back to working out my buns of steel after that.
In the meantime, if you Northerners could send down some cold weather next weekend for my race, that’d be great.