YHC didn’t want any part of getting out of the fartsack this morning. The alarm went off not once, but twice. This sore body had only enough time to get dressed and grab a to go drink, maybe toss a sand bag or frisbees into the back of the van and make it to our beloved AO at exactly 05:30.
An empty parking lot left me waiting for a moment in the warmth of the seat heater for any late comers and leaving me with thoughts of heading back home to get some extra rest. I didn’t have any plan for a workout, everything is sore. I also felt the need to stick it out, I was already onsite, which is half the battle anyway.
I got out of the van, set my watch to workout, moseyed to the octagon and began with some stretching, and turned it into a full yoga session.
Proverbs 3:5-6 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.
