Well. I did it.
Whew. It was rough. My chest felt heavy from the cold that has stuck around for 2 weeks, and my head was pounding. My muscles felt weak, my arms a little like jello, screaming as the little 10 pound weights did rep after rep...I had worked my way up to lifting 20 pounds or more....sigh.....FLASH! An idea.
I darted off to the bedroom and grabbed my ipod. Music has always pushed me through things, and I thought...drown out Tony just a bit, and crank up some tunes and WA LA! Pumped again. With the music playing a tune that made me want to dance, I pushed on through. Day one, DONE. And I tell you, I felt the endorphin release after the workout ended. I felt a clarity, a lifted fog, a sharpness.
I felt hungry, but not for junk. I felt happy, excited that I was simply on my way again...I felt motivated, like the image I had in my mind was attainable. It was ALL good.
...alas....I worked out from 6:30 to 7:30 and was up until 2 am. Now, this was after having a 2 hour nap yesterday as well when my daughter went to sleep as I have been feeling terrible. Maybe that was part of it. I mess up my sleep schedule when I work out late. Yet, no matter what, working out is a must in my life. I need it, I enjoy it, and I know what it does for my body, mind and spirit.
Today is Plyo. This is a tail kicker, and a really really good workout.
I'm pumped!

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