No gym today.
And it’s killing me. I know I should at least take one day off, but I’m so afraid that if I miss a day, I’ll never go back again. Dumb, because I live right by the gym and I know I’ll go back. But the thoughts keep swirling. At least my legs have stopped feeling weird, so that’s good.
Also doesn’t help that I’m two days overdue to meds and have to wait for the prescription. I mean, it’s not horrible, but I prefer continuity. Obviously.