Ok. Wow Kim you've been overreacting. You stupid bitch of a drama-queen.
4 days. 4 days of "rest", self-pity and lying around looking sick was enough to muster the guilt to beat me back into training. Thank goodness too... sometimes it take a week. A fistful of marshmallows and 4 tablespoons of coffee powder later (no PLEASE do NOT try this... it's probly the worst preworkout "formula" ever in the world which works for me but will more likely kill you)... I was hitting the treadmill and not getting off till I was down 200cals.

Back day. I hate back day. But today was not a day for procrastination. It's a day of repentance and redemption. And it felt good. Working every single muscle fiber to a bloody pulp... embracing the pain... knowing pain will be rewarded tenfold and more with my perseverance. In the same day that I posted about not giving a damn... I catapulted back into the game and am reminded again how much I love this... how I live for this. It is in my blood... in the air I breathe... almost inborn. A instinctive desire. My love, my life.

For the Iron never forsakes the faithful.