I hate rest weeks.
I hate them with a passion, the passion of a million burning suns.
I get so turned around that I often forget which work out I'm supposed to be doing.
Thankfully, Friday starts another week, and I'll be back on the horse in terms of knowing what to do.
Also, I hate being sick. Because I am right now.
Blech.
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