It's true. I woke up uncharacteristically early for me this morning, which means like 7, and (since I had no coffee to jolt me into the day) wound up going back to bed until about 10. Learning to listen to my body and rest when I need rest (instead of relying on artificial stimulants to keep me going) is really difficult for me.
Today I did the workout as outlined yesterday, but only made it to 20 burpees and 20 teasers. Clearly, I've got my goal for the week. Walking up the stairs to my apartment was painful.
I think the coolest part of this whole workout thing is that I no longer feel guilty about "not making it", not being as fit or as fast or as whatever as The Other Guy. I don't feel bad for "only" doing 20 burpees. I feel proud for doing 20 burpees really well. It's a great feeling to not hate myself, my body, or my life because I can't bench press 150 lbs or run 10 miles a day.
I guess what I'm saying is I'm not the poster girl for Crossfit or the next Demi Lovato...but I don't have to be. I'm just myself. And I like where I am, and who I am, and what I am. And that's really, really nice.
No comments:
Post a Comment