Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I canít help it. I am an all or nothing sorta person. When I struggle for that balance signifying control, I ultimately find myself brought to the same, empty end. It is time to allow myself the freedom to do things my way.
ďMY WAYĒ is to push myself to my limits. It means to grab hold of something so fiercely that it demands my best efforts. I am dissatisfied with these apathetic, weak exercise videos that are Ďkindí to your body. My very presence screams that bodily abuse is expected. No more of these flat, wussy, boring exercise programs. I canít even drag myself to these time vampires.
Once I have jumped through whatever hoops there are to finally stand in front of my tv for a workout, it has to count. At session end, my muscles had better be quivering, my heart pounding, and I should be gasping for air! This is my validation of my efforts and time well spent. I bring passion to my workouts; I canít get fierce with a beginnerís level program.
I had not planned to disclose my new approach until I had completed a full week of workouts. I can break my own rules. I am yet to make it through an entire week of Insanity, but I keep trying. Pushups continue to challenge me and I am working to improve with the 100-pushups challenge. I wonder if I can do 100 before New Yearís?
I dream big and Iíd rather set the bar too high than not high enough.