I originally intended to get up early and hit the gym, but after waking up to 24+ hours of constant snowfall, the only logical thing to do (in my mind at 5am) was going back to bed. I figured I could squeeze in an evening workout.
After work I was off to see Dr.
After almost 90 minutes, I left with a spring in my step (it might have been more of a limp) and a smile on my face, as I thought about how fortunate hubs and I are to be working with Ron. He goes above and beyond the call of duty of a physiotherapist, making an effort to really get to know us and taking a real interest in our training and goals. The personal relationship takes the care and support to a new level - one that we do not take for granted.
I knew immediately that working out would not be smart after that session, so I called it a rest day... and tried really hard not to feel guilty or remorseful about that!
Today is Day 1 again ... where will it take me this time?
Mon. Dec. 6 - zip zilch nada!