We headed out with some friends yesterday to show off some of the prime mountain bike realty in the Laramie Area. I was on day 6 in a row of working out and exactly 2 weeks away from running my last marathon. To say I was tired was an understatement.
As I pushed harder, with burning lungs, and stinging leg muscles just trying to keep up with the group, I thought back to my week of workouts and how I had treated my body the last few days wondering why I was suffering so bad. Weight lifting, running, walking, boot camp, mountain biking, and camping. All six days in a row. I was dehydrated from the night before of camping and really we didn’t sleep well in that tent either.
But, group rides don’t let you slack and suffer on I did. Sweating profusely, breathing harder than the cattle dog running alongside our bikes, mosquitos swarming, I swore that that last trail led to the parking lot. The whole time I was riding I just wanted today.
I wanted my rest day. After a weekend of playing warrior, I wanted rest. My body wants to recover. It wants water, proper nutrition, and rest. It wants compression socks, foam rolling, and a nap.
I love rest days. I love pushing myself hard several days in a row and then earning a day of recovery. I reap the benefits every time-without fail.
Do you look forward to rest days to catch up on life?
How do you power through a workout when you have no choice but to keep going?