First up, the scale:
I didn't get in my usual Monday walk because the kid and I were going to start going to the gym every other day and he woke up with a sore throat. We made it to the gym on Tuesday, and I spent Wednesday morning at a job interview (yes, you read that right. Ain't saying a word about it unless I get it).
Wednesday, I noticed I was sore as heck (and surprised).
I've been working out five days a week but it's pretty much been the same thing. Tuesday, I climbed up on the elliptical for the first time in months and apparently it worked a whole bunch of different muscles, as did the kettlebell squats.
Guess I should be mixing things up more often. Lots of things felt mixed up this week but in good ways.
Yet, I shouldn't blame the kid's summer vacation for me slacking off the workouts. He's a big boy -- I can certainly sneak out of the house in the morning while he sleeps his Teenager Beauty Sleep.
And that's what I did this morning. It was hot and I really wasn't into it but once you're a couple miles from home, you've gotta get back, and hailing a cab isn't an option.