Took the day off today; not from work, obviously not from my blog, from working out.


I have been pretty adamantly consistent about working out ever since I started rehab on December 17th. I can't think of a week where I didn't work out at least 3 times a week...even the week of June 4.


As I have been traveling to Atlanta, I have almost always worked out somehow all 3 nights on the road. Being alone on the road, actually makes it a little easier, since I can't really DO much of anything else; no kids to play with, no lunches to help make, no dishes or laundry (that will be there when I get home).


But...today...I just needed a day off. There isn't any good or bad in that alone. Not great disappointment for needing a rest, no great sense of pride for having the "courage" to give myself a rest. Nope, nothing like that.


I have worked hard for the last 10 months and I just needed a rest.


Now, what DOES give me a sense of satisfaction is WHY  I "just needed a day off."
It wasn't my heart...and I mean both my heart in the sense of the muscle sitting in the middle of my chest, and my "heart" that rests squarely in my mind and my soul. My heart was not the issue, it was my muscles and, even more intensely, my joints.


My ankles, my knees and even my hips were yelling at me that they needed a break.
Well, ACTUALLY, they were screaming that they wanted new shoes, but I think they are just being spoiled there...


I am glad that my heart did not jump up & yell at me...again...
I am glad that, while I am not happy with the plateau I seem to have hit, that I do not feel like I have back-slid any by resting.


Tomorrow, I get to go home to my family, my strength. Hopefully, tonight's little break will ensure I get there loaded with the energy I will need to show them how much I love them, and show them how lucky I know I have been on 5 days in my life; 1 wedding day, 3 dates of birth, and 1 REbirthday.


Good night & God bless.