I MUST start swinging in the morning. No energy in the afternoon. I put it off ALL DAY, ran errands in the morning, Tyler had a friend over, had to make buttercream and cake (buttercream is very labor intensive - I was probably in the kitchen for 3 hours) plus repotted some plants, fed the birds and set up the new feeders, and lastly, worked on potty training Addie. Which meant I was scrubbing poop of of the floor, the potty chair, Addie, and me. Fun!
So here it is, 4 pm, and I finally head down to swing. Guess what? No energy. None. Totally drained. 95 swings, alternating left and right. Tried to swing the 35#, but after 5, knew it was just not a heavy day. Did 15 clean and press each side, and 10 deadlifts with the big 'un. That was all I could muster.
I hate getting up early to do it, but it's the most logical time of the day. So, Sunday morning. We'll see.
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