Wednesday: active rest. I dreamed my 5:30 AM canceled and it shot me awake at 1:18 AM. Just short of 3 hours of sleep. I was afraid to go back to sleep, worried that when the alarm went off my foggy brain would think the dream was a reality. I watched the clock until I couldn’t stand it, rolled out of bed and nursed my coffee until 4 then just went in. She was 45 minutes early, another one who couldn’t sleep. We just went to work.
As we were finishing Coach arrived. I love this. He used to talk about having his own facility, how he’d need me to help him. I loved his storytelling. This is probably the closest we will get. I tend to prepare for the worst, I know these days of working alongside each other won’t last forever, but for once in my life I am not going to worry about the ending. I am happy, living a (modified) dream and I am going to enjoy every moment.
I then went to the bill paying job and all of the equipment was down – “global issues” which always cracks me up as we are in 2 countries, not so global if you ask me. I spent part of my morning setting up for Christmas (super cute stuff) then working in the back room. For those who have never worked retail, back stocking requires many skills developed in crossfit: dead lifting, squatting, sprinting, climbing. Heck, I’m sure I could have worked in handstands somehow.
I should have gone for a walk or bike ride but having broken a sweat at work and needing a nap, I came home, put ice on my hip, snuggled up with my cats and slept.
Coach has never answered my day 1 question: does my job which is on my feet, constant walking, often lifting, count as active rest? He’s always said I still need to do something else on Wednesdays but when I simply can’t, do I need to feel guilty?