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by Sofia Brontvein
Why Rest Days Are Harder Than Workouts
6 Oct 2025
Image: Midjourney x The Sandy Times
I hate rest days. They look soft on paper — sleep in, skip the workout, finally wear normal clothes that aren’t soaked in sweat. In reality? They are brutal. When you are used to training nine hours a week, moving becomes oxygen, routine, identity. And suddenly the calendar screams REST at you like it is a punishment. I wake up restless, twitchy, scrolling Strava to see what everyone else is doing. I feel guilty for not sweating, not moving, not proving. Somehow “not doing” feels harder than dragging myself through intervals at sunrise.
And yet — here is the bitter irony — rest is where the real work happens.
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Image: Midjourney x The Sandy Times
The paradox of progress
Every coach and physiologist will tell you the same truth that athletes spend years trying to resist: you don’t get stronger during the workout. You get stronger after, in recovery. Training is controlled damage — you tear muscle fibres, deplete glycogen, spike stress hormones. The gains come later, in stillness. Muscles rebuild stronger, mitochondria multiply, glycogen refills, hormones rebalance.
Skip that, and the body revolts. Performance plateaus. Cortisol climbs. Sleep crumbles. Injury risk skyrockets. Sports medicine even has a clinical name for this misery: Overtraining Syndrome. Symptoms? Fatigue that won’t go away. Mood swings. Depression. Insomnia. That horrible feeling of dragging your body through training but getting slower, not faster. It is not weakness — it is biology saying: Enough.
The irony? Most of us fear laziness more than we fear collapse. We’d rather risk injury than admit that stillness might be strength.
Why it feels so hard
Science explains the physical side. The mental side is worse. Rest days attack your identity. When you have built your self-worth on discipline, when your metrics — pace, power, heart rate — tell you who you are, rest feels like erasure. If I didn’t train today, am I still an athlete? If I didn’t sweat, do I still deserve dinner?
We live in a culture that worships “grind.” Work more, hustle harder, sleep when you are dead. Fitness culture doubles down: no pain, no gain. Rest is weakness. Stopping is failure. And so, even when you know the science, even when your body screams for pause, your brain whispers: keep going.
What rest really means
Here is what I have had to learn the hard way: rest isn’t the absence of discipline. It is discipline. Anyone can grind themselves into exhaustion. It takes actual strength to pause, recover, and trust that stillness is part of progress.
And rest doesn’t have to mean collapse on the couch. There is active recovery: walking, yoga, swimming slowly, stretching. There is mental recovery: books, music, long conversations, time in nature. There is even creative recovery — pottery, salsa, journaling — the kinds of things that remind you you are more than your VO₂ max.
The point is to step out of stress mode, to let the body repair, to give the nervous system permission to downshift.
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Image: Midjourney x The Sandy Times
How to rest without losing your mind
- Schedule it. If you treat recovery as optional, you’ll skip it. Put it in your calendar like a workout.
- Reframe it. Don’t call it “doing nothing.” Call it “rebuilding.” That is what is happening.
- Do something small. Walk, stretch, nap. The activity is less important than the intention: to restore.
- Watch your ego. Strava can wait. Nobody cares that you didn’t ride today. Nobody even noticed.
- Remember the long game. You are not training for today. You are training for next month, next year, the decade ahead. Longevity is the real flex.
The quiet strength
So yes, rest days still gnaw at me. I still feel guilty when I skip a ride, still twitch when I see friends logging kilometres. But I remind myself: recovery isn’t weakness. It is the quiet strength beneath all the noise.
Because at the end of the day, the real discipline isn’t pushing harder. It is knowing when to stop.
And sometimes the bravest thing you can do for your body is exactly nothing.