I was supposed to be resuming training on Monday, but, I didn’t. I went for a night out on Sunday, had a fair amount of alcohol and didn’t get home until the early hours, so Monday was completely off the cards.
Come Tuesday, I thought about getting my missed session in, and just shifting the rest of my sessions along a day. Then I thought: nah, I won’t bother. I’ll just pick up on Wednesday.
I woke up early today with an aching back, again, thanks to the fact my bed is so small my spine is perpetually crushed into it like an accordion; tired after yet another lousy nights sleep, and I just can’t be doing with training. So I won’t be lifting today, either.
As for Friday, we’ll see – but I very much doubt it, now.
Although alcohol affects my mood big time for days afterwards, I can’t even really blame it on that this time, I don’t think. Truth is, my mood and mind frame have been deteriorating for a while, and when I’m thinking like this, things which were once very important to me suddenly mean nothing, and everything becomes a potential source of resentment.
It’s not really the training, I don’t suppose. Just my life, and me; at the moment.
Hopefully I can get myself together and turn things around in quick order.