I’ll be honest, I’m not sharing any sort of wisdomist knowledge today … just blabbing a bit.
How many times have I nagged your beautiful faces off about my love hate relationship with working out?!?
Oh, only a zillion times …well … I’m about to do it a zillion and one times.
I hadn’t worked out for at least 6 weeks … maybe a little bit longer.
First, it was Ramadan and while fasting – I couldn’t keep my eyes open or my energy level high enough to make it through a day of work, there was no way I was about to put the added pressure of working out on my body. Granted, I’m a slightly psycho – but I also don’t desire sending myself to the hospital.
After Ramadan, I decided to jump back in and resorted to my usual work out – Jillian Michaels 30 day shred, level 1 … I’ve been doing level one forever. It kills me, I get the workout I want – it hurts, but doesn’t leave me splattered on the floor like roadrunner. What I completely forgot though, is since I hadn’t been working out for a while – and since my body wasn’t back to it’s normal strength this probably wasn’t the best idea!! Doctors orders – I couldn’t work out for a week.
Last week, I tried the treadmill … something a little lighter … 40 minutes, 3 times for the week. I DIED. I wasn’t even running … I was frustrated. I am frustrated.
This week, I said ahhh what the heck – I jumped back on the Jillian Michaels train – I’ve done it 2 days now – tonight, I’ll do it again. But HOLY MOTHER of all that is sparkly and sweet … I’m getting destroyed by it. It’s frustrating to think that mentally I’m so ready to work out, I want to … I hate missing my workouts, it’s part of my routine .. I don’t actually love working out, but I love the feeling after. Physically, I don’t know what the heck is going on with my body.
Today, I sit here, SO incredibly sore. My legs are wobbly, my arms can’t go over my shoulders. I’m not complaining, I understand that part of working out, is being sore at times – but it’s definitely discouraging. I understand if I was unwell, or even getting older, but it’s strange to feel that my body isn’t keeping up with my mind.
Just venting I suppose … and yes, this can totally count as a first world problem. I plan to just stick with in, eventually my body will get re-use to working out and it will all be well and good again – until then, I plan to hobble and smell like an old lady with sports cream ( dear husband, it doesn’t get any sexier than this … sorry ;) ).
I hope you lovely folks are having a great week, I’ll be back sooon with a trashy banana bread ( … and that right there, is why I work out!!)