Even tho my gym trainee and I are not on the same cycle, we were both physically miserable this morning. I had the hardest time getting out of bed, and when she staggered in before lunch to say hi, she looked as deflated as I felt. There’s no explanation for this — we were just out of it. She said she just wanted to find a corner somewhere and be left alone. I said that people pretty much leave us alone at the gym. She agreed. And that’s how we got ourselves to the gym at lunch even tho neither of us had much energy or motivation.

It turned out both of us had failed to bring supportive boobwear, so we couldn’t do much cardio. We got on the treadmill and walked instead, something I’d never done. Turns out walking hit different muscles from running, as I felt my shins being worked. We supersetted the 45-degree angled squat press with the assisted pull-ups, and then supersetted the hip adductor and hip abductor machines. You should’ve heard our defeated groans and sighs and seen our listless death-march trudging between the machines. I’ve always been grateful that our muscles and our bodies get the same workout benefit as long as we go thru the motions, whether our brains are on-board or not. Well, they do, don’t they?