Decided to food prep way too many lbs of chicken breast this evening - prior to tonight's strength training, and immediately after a 30 min walk in the hot sun.
Started on the grill but barely got 1/3 of it on, and my energy was waning fast. Got 1/3 in the air fryer and the rest into the oven. All 3 were tasty, but the air fryer might have been the best (my grill wasn't hot enough, I think. Live and learn).
I got in more steps before hitting the weights... Or rather, before the weights hit me, repeatedly, and with conviction.
I almost quit a few times. Going back to lifting heavy after a week of lighter weight was both physically and psychologically hard. But I did it, to the fullest.
It hurt. Taxed me to a level I wasn't sure that I could still rise to in the decades since I was last super serious about lifting and doing it with metronomic consistency, day in and day out.
But I went there, and I made it back out again.
Barely.
But I did it. I'm here, I didnt sell myself short, and I'm better for the effort of having done it.
I'm beat. But this chicken is making it at least a bit better.
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