It is with a strongly conflicted state of mind that I address this issue.
The subject at hand is a day that
is blessed with a solid hour at the gym, where a highly motivated individual
(yours truly) has given it all in a high intensity workout (a la HIIT!)
targeted at the shoulders and triceps (here’s looking at you Michelle!).
After exhaustive research and
custom tailoring a workout that challenges and thus (hopefully), rewards me
with sculpted upper body, I decide to rechristen Tuesdays as ‘Shoulder &
triceps Day'. Amen.
Post-workout, I glide through the
day feeling toned, strong and invincible! I go to bed feeling highly rewarded
and extremely hopeful. I dream of flaunting my gains in gorgeous Oscar-worthy
couture! Its paradise in my head! A very satisfied gym-er ends the day.
The person who wakes up in that
bed is a different story all together. Different and disastrous!
My arms won’t move without pain.
My entire body is sore. Everything hurts. Uprighting myself has never been this
challenging. Brushing my teeth seems impossible. The idea of coffee is
dismissed completely. All I can think of is pain and giving in to the
temptation of painkillers. I almost do, except I can barely move! I almost
write off ever going to the gym, ever!
And then, somewhere in between
feeling sorry for myself and the soothing caress of caffeine, the ache becomes
bearable almost likeable. Slowly but surely, it transforms into a sweet and
tender reminder of the day before. It changes from regret to affirmation. It
signals the beginning of change.
The start of something new, something
beautiful… Namely.. ME!
What doesn’t kill you makes you
stronger!
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