Usually, once I get passed the warm-up I'm good to go. That wasn't the case yesterday. I popped in the DVD, got two moves into the warm-up and turned the dang thing off. I just didn't have it in me to work out. I brewed a fresh cup a joe and checked my email...in my workout clothes. Feeling bad about myself as I saw the muffin top just hanging over my yoga pants, I texted my friend Erica.
Erica is the founder of F.I.T Bootcamp. I love her to death because she pushes me, and she rarely turns down a chance to work hard. Unless there's a garage sale. That's a whole other story. Anyway, she has this program she likes to do called Tabata Training. Both of our kids are in gymnastics at the same time on Thursdays, so I asked if she would be willing to go through a Tabata Training with me during that time. I had done it with her once before, and apparently, I forgot how difficult it is. As soon as we started with Belt Kicks, I was seriously thinking, What have I done to myself?
I do that every time I begin a difficult workout or push myself to run faster. I ask, Why did I even start this? Let me make one thing clear. I do not like to work out. I don't look forward to it. I only look forward to when it's over. That's the only thing I like about working out. Being done. I like the results of working out. I like the feeling of accomplishment once I'm finished, but I do not like the work.
Now my crazy machine of a husband, well, he's a different story. That man is addicted to working out. Oh well. We all have our issues. I just prefer to solve mine over a package of Oreos.