I'm the person who abandoned their workout fifteen minutes in because I felt tired, fatigued and my legs didn't want to as much as budge from their place for a leg raise.
On the 10th squat I felt like why am I doing it?
My form was fucked, my mood was black and my heart was just not in it.
There's no excuse but a reason which is I didn't sleep at all last night.
In fact I slept exactly 3 hours, courtesy my cats (Meera and gogi) who insisted on waking me up to go out despite the fact that it was raining and this cycle went through most night.
Once awake I find it difficult to find sleep and it was around 5 in the morning that I gave up on it entirely and flung my covers aside, after which I went about with the usual chores, feeling dreadful, exhausted and morose.
My thighs were aching , a symptom of lack of sleep for me and as I trudged through the morning, zombie like, I craved for some sweet sleep but I was awake and not sleepy.
Now, as I started working out which was 30 minutes cardio and 30 minutes strength (back and biceps), I began feeling the exhaustion seeping in and somehow I couldn't find the zeal inside me to go on. Moreover my form suffered and that's not acceptable.
It was in the middle of flutter kicks that I said fuck it to myself and rolled my mat and began writing here.
My eyes feel ready to shut right now.
I think a shower will have to do for now and then some spicy lunch.
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