I’m sore. Not so sore that I can’t actually go up the stairs but sore so that it takes me longer. It is specifically my thighs and butt that are sore and feel tight. I wish I could pinpoint what it was that I did that pushed me over the edge. I keep telling myself this is good maybe it is making have a tighter ass…right? Anyway, trying to balance things and have decided to take it easy today. Here is today’s plan:
4:10pm-5:20pm Yoga
5:30pm-6pm Freemotion upper body strengthening
8pm-10pm swimming (probably only do about 1500-2000meters)
When I am training I think of Mohamed Ali boxing, and all the people who depended on him to win. I think of Chrissie Wellington getting a flat tire and still winning Ironman World Championship. I repeat to myself “how bad do you really want this? Do you want to go to world championships? Are you going? Yes, I am going. I am going to world championships. I am going to London! Suffer now. The pay off will come later and for the rest of your life” It is silly. And I am sure I am moving mouth and mumbling out-loud as I say these things to myself. I look like a fool but it helps me. I also think about all the people who support me. It is a good feeling.
Seriously? I’m feeling accomplished because I ran 3 miles and you’re like working out for a third of your day. I gotta step up my game!
You are amazing!
Last night I sat and cried because I let myself think about how crazy what I’m trying to do is. I hurt. I want a milkshake and a burger and fries.
Then I remember you’re pushing yourself. I’m not the only crazy one. Back to the gym I go.
Go get it!
Gustavo, I ended up not doing that much I only swam about 25 minutes. I am still too sore.
Sharon, thank you, thank you, thank you. I was sitting here thinking how I wanted to go to happy hour and skip working out. I just want a colder cider, a Kentucky bourbon ale, and a half a pizza. But I need to go work out. Thank you for motivating me.