Yesterday I decided I would go light on my workout. I worked really hard over the weekend, and while I still wanted to do something, I thought I'd go easy on myself. All afternoon I wavered between going for a swim, going for a walk, or doing a 30 minute dance cardio video I recently acquired.
But when I got home, it was rainy and cold, I wasn't in the mood for a swim, and the dance just wasn't appealing. I have a few other cardio tapes, most of them dance related, and not one of them was calling to me.
Six weeks ago, I would have congratulated myself for my good intentions and sat down on the couch. 'Not feelin' it? Don't worry about it' was how I was operating.
But I want to see a change in my body. I want to succeed. I want new running shoes, and I want to buy them this weekend! Knowing that I had 3 hours of exercise to knock off before I meet my goal, I knew I really should work out.
So instead of taking it easy, I did Level 2 of the 30 Day Shred. Um, ow. Level 1 worked my butt and thighs, and Level 2 seems intent to destroy my upper body. I swore at the TV, sweat dripping down my face, huffing and panting. When Jillian said, "I want you to be gargling your heart at the end of this set!" I may have called her that one name I reserve for inside-head usage only, and even then, things have got to be REALLY BAD. But this time I said it out loud. Seriously. How many minutes do you think I can hold a plank position? And now you want me to do squat thrusts? I thought those were made up! I
Lying on the floor in a puddle of sweat, I wanted to quit. Halfway through circut two, I told the witch on the TV "I don't wanna. I want to quit. I hate you."
But I didn't, and today I have the sore arm, back and shoulder muscles to prove it. Instead of pain, I think it might be pride I'm feeling.