Here I was standing at my kitchen counter, legs shaking, still sweating even though it was only 78* in the house, the gallon of milk might have been a bag of cement.
Bootcamp, week 3. What?! I got through 2 weeks already?! AWOL this morning, the instuctor sent me a text to get to the afternoon class. Yes ma'am!
I made the warm up loop at a fast jog without quitting. That's a big deal for me, ya know?! My weekend wedding in heels killed my baby toes but even those little guys tougher out the hour in booty camp today. "oh my baby toe!!"
An easier warm up run was just that. The next 50 minutes of 20 seconds of reps at a time was an ass kicker. We did suicides, nuff said. The great thing about this sweet torture is that I can't pull my mind away from it long enough to get fixated on the other things bringing me down this week. It's a tourturous break, 30 seconds at a time.
I'm still huffing & puffing & trying not to go down, but I am getting stronger & I am seeing little changes. Mentally, I'm more in this game than I have been in a long, long time. That counts for so much.
The quote at the end of the hour did me in: "I am strong and know no limits. I can defy gravity and shatter stereotypes. My curves are earned as my weakness is shed. I trade soft for firm and tears for sweat. I turn guilt into satisfaction and tomorrow's chore into today's opportunity. I am confident and I inspire to be great!" ~ author unknown