Today I took the day off today because yesterday I kicked my own ass.
Yesterday, I ran at 6AM, boxed with a two time golden glove champ at 1 (more to come in separate post) and hit As One at 7PM. That was a lot. It felt good, but a lot nonetheless.
I haven’t boxed seriously in years and I woke up today sore knuckled, sore sided and fucking excited about life.
Feeling things are good, feeling soreness bc your muscles are working is beautiful. Feeling proud bc you pushed is awesome.
I don’t necessarily think three workouts is a smart move everyday. But once in a blue moon it feels awesome.
And, today my body needed the rest.
Life is good, I am happy and the ESPY’s are on so I’m going to go and be inspired by the best of the best.