This morning started with a workout, and I’m calling that a victory. I finished feeling pretty good, even if my leg is still barking at me. It’s not completely on board with the plan yet, but I got the work done anyway.
I’ll take that as a win.
Recovery isn’t always measured by silence. Sometimes it’s measured by showing up, putting in the effort, and proving to yourself that the engine still starts, even if one of the tires keeps complaining. Today was one of those days.
Progress: 1. Leg: 0. 🏆
It’s My Life 
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