If I feel no pain... I will not have sexy sculpted legs.
If I feel no pain... I will not have abs so hard that you could wash your clothes on them.
If I feel no pain... My arms will remain flabby, and I will forever be doomed to wear sleeves, regardless of the temperature.
If I feel no pain... My clothes will continue to fit tight, and I will continue to be miserable.
If I feel no pain... I am not alive.
I want to be alive.
I want to feel attractive.
I want to be strong enough to one day do a Warrior Dash or a Tough Mudder.
I want to dance, and feel beautiful doing it.
I want to have energy to play with my kids, and then some to keep up with the housework.
I want to have a biological child of my own.
I want to ROCK my Halloween Costume (w/o being convincing enough that I am a real zombie, and being shot.)
I want to set a good example for my kids, and establish healthy habits that they can follow.
I want to feel alive.
I want to feel pain.
So I feel the pain. My legs are BURNING. Dancing on Saturday, I used muscles that I didn't know existed. My shoulders hurt (wall/table push ups). I feel so alive. Every step I take I am well aware that there are muscles around my knees, and they are complaining about being over worked. But they can suck it up - because we have dance practice again Saturday (and practice at home various nights this week).
School year is going to start soon. So will dance. DQ is doing Competition dance this year, and I am THINKING about joining the adult dance class in the company. I just don't know how I could have the girls in make-up/costume, and myself in make-up and costume for the recital. *sigh* But it would be fun... and exercise... and....
Monday: 5K training (6a)
Tuesday: a walk or Zumba
Wednesday: 5K training
Thursday: str training
Friday: 5K training
Saturday: Flash mob practice, 30 minute walk