I’m in a foul mood today and very busy and honestly this post would be mostly whining if I let it go on so I’ll keep it short. Today was meant to be a back-to-lifting day but that didn’t work out so instead it was 45 minutes of cardio, a mile of running and then the rest on the elliptical. My back held up okay, though it’s still twingey.
The reason I didn’t lift was because of something I haven’t mentioned here before: in another foul mood a couple weeks ago, I lost my temper and bashed on the counter with my fist– and did something nasty to my pinky joint. I can move it fine and it doesn’t hurt in most situations but holding a bar up is excruciating. I didn’t know this until I tried it today. So no lifting.
(My partner has a name for these outbursts, ‘hulking out’. I hate them. I especially hate when I break something, or myself. It just becomes a reminder of how terrible I am.)