Heh-I'm still recovering from day of "rest" yesterday. This whole regimen of three meals a day, no naps is taking its toll on me. My foot has that swollen ham look that says "come on punk, walk on me. MAKE my day....."
The old weekend warrior sydnrome. Push yourself beyond capacity and pay for it the next day. But there is such a guilty, sick pleasure in doing that. And, within reason, I think that is how our capacity grows. There is also a little bit of pleasure in being slightly stove up from a good days' work. Makes kicking back somehow "justified" and the right thing to do.