So I've been putting off admitting this to anyone (it's not too terrible, don't get excited) :) but I haven't been in a weight room for about a month, I don't know why. I'm a girl that loves a good weight room, and by a good weight room I mean free weights and the more character the better (you know as long as it's still safe and all). I have been doing my cardio but not up to usual specs either. I've been getting on myself about this but doing nothing else about it. Again, no idea why no motivation. Lifting weights is relaxing to me (yes, I get the oxymoron) and I guess to be a little sacrilege it's kind of like going to church for me. I can rock out to my music and get into my quiet me space (again, I get the oxymoron, I probably am one) and I always feel so much better when I'm done, sore but my spirits are lifted. I don't think I've ever left a weight room mad, sure I may get frustrated in the middle of a set that I can't continue but it rolls right off me because I know I'm doing my best. Well, I ended my streak of no weights on Tuesday and if I say so myself I think I over did it. It's also probably that it's been a while and I chose weights that were too heavy for me. I got exercises mixed up but over all I don't care because I'm sore in a way that I love. It pretty much hurts to move but not in an ouch I really screwed something up kinda way. I know how that feels too and it ain't pretty. I often come to the realization that I will probably spend more of my life being sore than not and finding that really hilarious because I like it. It's also so empowering to be the only girl walking past these guys in the free weight section and to know what I'm doing. Not having to ask for help but instead "when are you going to be done with that" or "can I rotate in?".
Now I just need to ramp up my cardio, too bad running is pretty much out.
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