I used to train six days a week. No if’s, and’s or but’s—thinking that the only day of rest could ever be Sunday. No matter what my body felt like, no matter the weather outside, six days a week you could find me inside the four walls of a gym hammering away on weights, cardio machines, and not leaving for a good two hour chunk of time.
Somewhere along the way, I began to detest those hours on Saturdays spent inside the gym. I began to hate training while the sun was out because there were places to go, and so many other ways to move my body outside of the gym. Somewhere along the way, training on Saturday’s stopped serving me, and it took me a long time to realize it was that and not me thinking I was being lazy. There is a big difference between being dedicated and letting something control your life. I never want training to take away from my life; it should never feel like something I detest from the moment I wake up in the morning (which is what was happening on Saturday’s.) So now, I have a rule: No Saturday’s. I don’t care what I’m working towards; I want it in a five-day split.