Thanksgiving morning is the true gym-goers test of commitment.  You look around to see who is really all-in, checking to observe if the regulars who are there every weekday are still going to show up. I was there at 5 AM and saw only a few of “the usuals”, and had conflicting thoughts: Thought #1 Slackers.  Am I the only one who is committed here?  Where are they?  Oh well, back to my sets and reps. Thought #2 What the heck am I doing here?  Why didn’t I sleep in?  They are probably keeping a Promise to themselves to rest and recover and will be back at it tomorrow.  Maybe I should have, too. ~ Truth is this: Black Friday (the next day) I could not go to the gym.  I would assume now the tables had turned and they wondered where I was… The Promise cuts both ways. Friday I woke up in absolute soreness at a level I haven’t experienced in years.  I overdid it on Thanksgiving…and no, I’m not talking about eating poorly and filling myself to death with carbs, sugar, and such, although I did enjoy the best meal I’ve had in a long time.  I