...is exactly how I feel right now.
I'm tired, I'm sweaty, and I'm wet from the rain.
Remember how mom told me to get an umbrella? We she forgot to remind me to get a good one that would withstand the strong Alberta winds. It didn't really do me much good. And. It. Poured. So hard.
Then I had a gym date. I don't know if it's just the weather or if I'm doing a little too much but I couldn't run today. I tried. Several times. The longest I lasted was 24 seconds.
Quite the opposite of Tuesdays workout. I ran a 10 minute mile. I left Tuesdays training with TrainerBoy happy with my progression. I was proud. I was a rockstar.
Then today I seriously whined so much. Sorry Brett. But I did. I had to do real squats today, with a real bar. I complained. But. I'm going to start doing them everyday until I stop complaining. That's my new rule. If I complain about something when I'm training I have to do it on my own until I start to love it. If this is the case. I should have a rad body in a few weeks.
I left the gym tonight feeling defeated, deflated, and my ego was bruised big time. I was having trouble with the timed 1 legged bosu ball exercise. Tuesday I was holding it for 1 minute each leg. That really frustrated me. TrainerBoy was telling me I get this look on my face when I'm pissed at myself. Yah. I had that look for over 45 minutes tonight.
I've seen myself come so far in such a short amount of time. I know that these things of frustration and defeat from this week-will be easy in a few weeks.
So why stress then Lachele?
Hm... good question. It's what I do. I was telling TB that I am worst case senario girl, mixed in with a little drama mama right now.
UGH. I'm going to bed.