Monday, September 20, 2010
So. I was crappy. I'd lost all motivation, I got burnt. But today I woke up with the goal of not going to bed without working out. It wasn't enough to make me eat healthy (I say guiltily
thinking about the three donuts and two tall glasses of milk I had.) But it was enough. Scott and I drove down to Parker Rec and pushed the weights.
GOOD GRIEF! Fantastic. My body burns in all the right ways and the sweat pooling at the small of my back and along my collar reminds me how much I've wanted this. It reminded me how good I felt while working out. Reminded me that my body is mine alone, and that I CAN love it.
I did every single rep I should have done, entirely focused on the pleasant burn in my fatigued legs. Pleased in the heat rising to my cheeks and the feeling of my muscles cheering me in every controlled flex and relax.
Fifteen minutes on that damn bike and I was certain I'd die (lack of eating and drinking right for a full week plus will do that to you.) But every time I looked at the clock I'd say "In two minutes I'll have five minutes left." And I pushed through. Made the entire 30 minutes. A true workout, a full 70 minutes of cardio and weightlifting.
I came online tonight to log my points for my team (The pathetic member I've been feeling finally grateful she can help put a few points on the board and the team challenge is just as beautiful, LETS MOVE IT. Good God Lets do! :) I can and I will be fantastic this week.