Generally, the first 10 minutes are bleh, the middle 10 are awful, and the last 10 minutes on the machine are a breeze. I know, I know—it totally does not seem to make sense that the last part of the workout would be the easiest. I think it’s kinda like a trail horse that bursts into a sprint the moment he sees the barn.
Today, however, I almost burst into tears at how excruciatingly difficult my short 30 minute workout seemed. It was just plain hard—every second of it. And it took literally every ounce of willpower I possess and half of my mother’s willpower for me not to bail. LAME.
The worst part of having a bad workout, is the fear that it will be that unpleasant the next day, and the zillions of days thereafter. It’s especially troubling, as I thought that I had gotten into a not-so-awful groove with this whole workout thing.
I truly am dreading tomorrow.
Everybody has those days, and they suck. It's probably nothing intrinsic to you, but some combination of not eating the right things to give you energy, not drinking enough water, or lack of sleep that's making you feel sucky. I would write it off as something like that and hope for a better start tomorrow. Good luck!
ReplyDeletedon't worry - those days always happen... they just happen with less frequency. :o) you're kicking butt!
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