Ideally rest days should be scheduled rather than stumbled upon. Yesterday I accidentally arrived at midnight without exercising and therefore declared it a rest day but it was not restful. I must have told myself at least 6 times during the evening that I should exercise but I was quietly resistant and unfortunately still a little edgy.
Today I feel as though I have made up for my tardiness. I woke feeling a bit ropey but I strapped myself into the rower and churned out 6k to start the day. I left it feeling quite spritely despite the persistent buttock cramps.
I’ve just finished the day with a set of body weight exercises using the TRX Suspension trainer that Santa delivered. It hasn’t had much use up til now but I picked up a £9 chin-up bar from Lidl this morning which I can use to support the contraption from the bedroom door. I feel much happier now I can use it indoors, it feels so much safer suspending myself above a shag pile carpet rather than the concrete patio.
Arms are killing as well as the buttocks now.