Yesterday I lifted through what I can honestly say is the crappiest I've ever felt while making myself train. Goes to show how pragmatic I am now and will stay consistent regardless of how inoptimal a busy day might be. Ended up deadlifting a slow 440 x 5, doing a set of Bulgarian split-squats, and calling it a night. I was sleep-deprived, nauseous, and full, but sometimes you just have to get in and punch the clock. Slept for 12 straight hours after.
Ran hills in the rain tonight. Feeling a lot better, and am ready for tomorrow.
