I had a second PT session yesterday, and got pushed. That’s something of an understatement: my trainer upped all my weights, shoved in a series of negatives which mean my upper body this morning really aches, and added in a mini circuit at the end of the session that effectively reduced me to mush. I lay on the floor, laughing my head off, totally unable to move after the first set, exhausted by the second, and as I lay there I was asked if I wanted to do the third. Once upon a time, I would have simply skipped the process and just hit the showers. Yesterday, I forced my body, and BOY can I feel it in torso and arms this morning.

This is a very good thing.

This morning I am shattered, but mentally ready to catch up on my backlog. If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to start just that.