Yesterday morning I made my way to the gym yet again. It was just after 5am when I got there. I always marvel how I can get anywhere–especially at that time–when I’m in such a comatose state. I guess what motivates me is knowing how bad I will feel if I don’t get there. Guilt is sometimes a good thing.
I did some circuit training; I used NTC on my iPhone and did a 30 minute arms and abs workout. Today, my triceps are burning (a good thing, right?) and my stomach feels like it’s been repeatedly punched (is this a good thing? not sure. I’m still figuring this one out…) The point is I got my sweat on (eww. that sounds so gross) and felt great knowing that I had completed the workouts I set out to do.
After school I went for a 5K run around the track. I think I could have gone longer, but I had progress reports due today and I really wanted to finish grading before I went home. Besides, it was already 5:30pm by the time I got back to my classroom.
So. What did I accomplish yesterday?
Arm workout + abs workout + 5K run = a very happy woman! Tired, but still happy!