Rest day

So today is supposed to be my rest day. The schedule says it should be Thursday, but my dear husband pointed out to me that its probably more important to get in the cross training I like to do than exercise exactly to the schedule. Since I love the kickboxing class I go to on Thursdays, and also love the class I take on Fridays, that left Tuesday for a rest day. So, I rested.

Sort of.

I usually run on Tuesdays, but am now running Monday and Wednesday. So not running during my lunch break was strange. And by the time I got home after work, what with the not sweating and sitting at a computer all day, I felt tired, cranky, fat ... Yes, there is probably something wrong with my mental state. After dinner, my husband and I went on a walk. We walked to the library (.8 miles) then to the tattoo shop close to our house (1.2 miles) and then back home (.3 miles). So my rest day involved a long walk, but I feel a bit better.

Maybe my rest days should only mean a rest from running or other intense cardio. I might go crazy--or drive my husband nuts with my crankiness--otherwise.