Typically, I get up at 5am, and hit the gym, go to work, come home, and work some more. My bedtime has been at 12-1am for the last few years. Is it the healthiest amount of sleep? No, but my body has adapted pretty well.
I wanted to increase my workouts with interval training, and a gym buddy of the hubby's handed over the Insanity discs. Typically, my morning regime at the gym consisted of heavy weight training, and light cardio. I knew I had to step up my workout (my metabolism sucks...I just hate medication, and don't want to take it) and I knew I had to do it quick.
Yesterday, I tossed in the Fit Test. I was more out of shape than I previously thought. Sure, I had come a long way with my weight, eating habits, and exercise levels. Had someone told me several years, at a disappointing and unhealthy 320 pounds, I would be able to leg press 510 lbs. or complete sets of 120 lb. tricep push-downs, I would have laughed, and fallen back into my pit of depression.
Yet, when I tossed in the Fit Test, I groaned. I had fallen off the wagon, not intentionally of course, but I did. I had stopped challenging my body. I completed the Test, certainly not like the pro himself, but in a way I pushed myself, drenched in sweat, and I felt a renewed sense of challenge. I am going to do this, come hell or high water.
I woke up this morning, feeling the surge of challenge, it was a nice change from my mundane sense of "gotta work out", so I tossed in the disc, went 18 minutes into it and swore profusely when my body wouldn't respond anymore lol Instead of sacrificing form, I stepped from the workout and recovered. I am not going to do that "blame" thing, I had left that when I first started working out. Instead, I promised to toss in the disc 3 tomorrow, and conquer the beast.
Renewal is a wonderful feeling.
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