A complete lack of motivation struck me yesterday. I had a hard day at work, a proper brain grinder and come 5pm I was finished. It was getting dark outside, and it had been a wet and grim day all day. I just wanted to head home and crash out with the playstation and a bottle of wine. Unfortunately for my apathetic side, my ego had kicked into gear, and it wouldn’t let Nigel go to the gym and get fitter than me, so off I went.
I have nothing really new to report. Exercises were done as per our instructions. I didn’t record the rowing machine reps this time but my forearms really were hurting by the end of the fifteen minutes. My shoulder twinged again so I didn’t push too hard on the arm based bits of the routine. Swum loads, sauna’d a little, and headed home.
Upon reading my post so far it sounds as though I didn't enjoy the workout, I actually did and felt much better for it, heading home re-energised and ready for anything.
I have tried to self diagnose this nagging injury on the internet and it is either really serious and I might have to amputate or it is nothing at all and I am being a bit of a girl. So I have made an appointment with the doctor on Monday so that a professional can tell me what the prognosis is.
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