Sometimes life happens.
I didn’t make it to the gym for three straight days due to a family emergency. It was rough coming back after the short break. I tried to keep my food intake low during that time, but still felt bad about missing the workouts.
The beautiful weather over the weekend also made it hard to find motivation for going to the gym. Rather than go for a workout on Saturday I took one of my boys to the motocross track with the few free hours we had. And on Sunday by time we all settled down from having friends over and taking care of household chores it was almost 8 p.m. and I didn’t have the energy to drag myself to the gym.
As I write this it’s Wednesday and we just finished our second workout of the week with Bryan. My legs hurt, my arms hurt and my back hurts. The first workout of the week had us doing rapid step-ups on a raised platform with Bryan standing in front of us and throwing a weighted medicine ball our direction. We were supposed to catch it and throw it back.
I swear it was by accident that I nearly took his head off with one of the throws.
So now, each day our children ask Courtney if “the man at the gym threw balls at you today.” She told them all about it while explaining “spaghetti arms” and why she couldn’t hold them or pick them up.
Being the momma’s boys that they are, they think they should come to the gym and protect her. Bryan has a lot of energy, but even he isn’t ready for what the boys refer to as “twin power.”