Today's back-to-back workouts totally kicked my ass. I'm still exhausted even after 2 protein bars and a fiber-packed lunch, several tall glasses of water and a nap, FFS.
Yet the twisted, obsessive inside me thinks that I need to go to the evening Spin class for another cardio burn. The rational part of me thinks I ought to vegetate on the couch for the evening.
Daydreaming about living at the cottage where I want to be, with someone. Happens all the time. It isn't day where I am, so is it still called daydreaming?