The one benefit that (usually) comes with age is at least I'm able to read my body a little better... most of the time.
As you can see by my last workout on Weds., I beat the *expletive* out of my triceps. So, Thursday rolls around, and I go out into my front yard and say to myself "I need to mow my front lawn." So, I grab my mower, and start up. Well, Michael, my mental giant, what do you use to PUSH a lawn mower???? About half way through the lawn, my arms cramped up and I had to stop and stretch them out, etc., etc. But I had to finish, so I did, painfully. Needless to say, I didn't lift on Friday. It's not that I was sore, but my body said "Your muscles are exhausted... KNOCK IT OFF!" I'm glad I listened, but I feel great today, and ready to go hit it hard; but I know that if I hadn't taken that extra day, I'd still be hatin' life today...

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