Brutality Knows My Stubborn Self

I am growling at my current physical condition. What in the hell was I thinking? How could my male brain not realistically know the grueling schedule would beat me to a bloody pulp?

Let's backtrack to yesterday. At 5:30am, I jumped out of bed and promptly drove to the gym for an hour upper body workout. After eight hours at my job, I drove to Baton Rouge for tennis lessons. The hour long lesson was more akin to military boot camp! With no rest, I immediately played a tennis match against a higher rated player (4.0-4.5) for two hours. We split our sets, but he was hobbling around too much to play the third and final set. I was all Gung-Ho and ready to slay the beast too!

In retrospect, thank God we didn't play that third set. I woke up one cranky MOFO. My right wrist, back, knees and ankles are now sore as fuck. I am moody. I probably shouldn't comment on blogs today or I'll be brutally judgemental. Well, I did make that one comment after someone injured my brain. But that was it.

I think some good quality time at a resort spa will do me well this weekend. Since I am flying solo tomorrow, I have already scheduled my therapeutic massage for 3pm. I look forward to the rejuvenation of my mind, body, and spirit. Until my male brain stubbornly stacks yet another day of brutality on me.