rest

I have been trying to run a mile or so after fighting class most days lately (and to run three miles on non-fighting class days), and I fully intended to do so today, until I got to fighting class and felt how very slow I was. I could barely lift my arms. 

Some days are like that.

So I gave myself a break, and instead of heading to the dirt loop that is the only place my knees will allow me to run, I went home, to carmelize some more onions and roast some tomatoes and boil some sweet potato for enchiladas. 

Nearly two years ago, when I started this fighting class, I was dragging every single day. Some days I could barely climb the stairs to my office. 

Now my easy day is one with just fighting class. 

That is kind of awesome.