SORE. That's what I am.
I pushed through a semi-difficult workout on Monday and then hammered myself through a tough Zumba class last night. And, according to Hubs, all I've been able to say for 2 days is, "OMG! I'm SO sore!"
Now, let me say this - it's good sore. Those of you in the know know exactly what I mean.
It's sore from working out well.
It's sore from challenging my muscles to give just a little more.
It's sore from muscle tearing...I never thought I'd hope for tearing.
It's sore from the process of building a new leaner, stronger model of this here body of mine.
I'm not mad about it. Not at all. In fact, there's a slight smirk on my face when I tell you now that I am SORE!
I've been away way too long and had forgotten what this felt like. For a while, I wasn't getting to sore. My muscles were adjusting to my routine and I was having to find new and different ways to challenge them. But now that I've been away from the gym, from crunches and ST, from elliptical machines and Zumba - the result is soreness. But I'm good with that.
My plan for the week, remember, is:
Monday - 30 minutes Cardio / 30 minutes ST
Tuesday - Zumba
Wednesday - 30 minutes Cardio / 30 minutes ST
Thursday - Line Dancing/Zumba
Friday - 45 minutes Cardio / 45 minutes ST
Saturday - 60 minutes cardio, minimum
stickers and I'm a happy girl.
This morning I packed my bag for the gym without thinking, like I always do...but I actually said out loud, "I don't know if I'll be working out tonight because I'm so sore."
It took me exactly 2 minutes to tell myself how ridiculous I was for thinking that. Right now it's all about the streak. I need to build upon those two days. I need to, just once, complete the plan I set out for myself. Even if it's something very low impact like yoga. And even if I need to split up the 30 minutes into 2 x 15 minute sets of cardio and ST, it still counts. Even if I do a somewhat light walk around the indoor track or on the treadmill for 30 minutes, it still counts. Even if I have to do 3 x 10 minute stints...it STILL counts.
Tonight is not about killing myself.
Tonight is not about beating myself up.
Tonight is not about being that mean Jillian Michaels version of me.
Tonight is all about the streak.
And I mean that both ways. It's about feeling good naked - my reason for continuing to follow the plan, and about keeping the drive alive - and my need to just do it, even if I have to back off and just focus on time instead of intensity.
Tonight is all about the