Imagine how much worse you would have felt if you’d been pedaling.
I’m sorta standing with the duke on this one. (Disclaimer: I may be doing so in hopes of ingratiating myself with him enough to where he takes me off the “zero chill” list. I can’t have a 15 y.o. thinking I’m not cool.) If grinding is defined as working out when you don’t want to, I’ve never grinded (ground?) a day in my life. I have always loved the process. Someone once told me they “admired” my discipline, working out so consistently. I told them that was like admiring me for eating potato chips. No discipline required.
I still look forward to, and am excited by the prospect of, every single workout. Maybe even more so now that, at 55, off in the distance I can see the end of my lifting career. Like athletes in general, every lifter dies twice.