Rest Day

You know what I didn't do yesterday? I didn't run. I didn't bike or go to bootcamp or do any real workout. Instead I went to a gentle yoga class.

That folks is progress. That is me recognizing what my body needs and accepting that. That is me ignoring what I had planned for the day and my strongly rooted habit of exercising intensely every day.

Maybe I am getting wiser with the years?

Do you live for rest days or hate them?
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