Tonight's work out was, in a word -- fabulous.
I started out with an hour of Body Pump. The teacher issued us a challenge and I accepted. Bump up your weights. I rocked out to whatever music they were playing with twice as much weight on my bar, tonight. It felt good. The burn was nice and I felt the lactic acid at work. I was grunting trying to lift the bar up over my head, sweating and shaking trying to do the triceps. uhg. But I couldn't give up. I talked to myself, we already established that I'm a little weird so this should come as no surprise to you all, during the really difficult moments of the workout because I thought I was going to burst. Pushed myself to the end and then jumped on the 'mill. Ran a spritely 2.2 miles on 2.5% incline. The first mile was 6.5 mph the next .8 was 6.7 and the last .2 I gave it my all and ran at 6.9mph. I almost fell off the treadmill I was so tired. My legs were already tired from the squats I had done in the class, but I needed to push myself. Tonight I totally redeemed myself and really re-focused my energies on the task at hand.
I CAN do this. A 10k is in my future. A 50 mile relay is to totally achievable. And running a marathon is well within my grasp. I now need to surge past my 8 mile lock. This weekend is out, though, because I have somewhere to be, but I will be running a new record of 10 miles, soon.
Silent cheerleaders, when was the last time you challenged yourself? How did you feel after?