Per the new routine I set for myself yesterday, I (finally) worked out tonight! It’s been quite awhile since I’ve done a good workout, aside for a couple of short runs. And it showed.
I put Insanity in the DVD player (I don’t believe in starting small!) and within 90 seconds, I thought I was going to pass out. Fifteen minutes in, my pulse was beating so hard in my head, I thought I might explode. Twenty-five minutes in, I was modifying the heck out of the workout in order to stay coherent. But 40 minutes in, I had done it!
And here is proof:
Running mascara, shirt dripping sweat, blotchy red skin…I am not, by a long shot, one of those lucky women who look positively glowing post-workout. I firmly believe the uglier you look when you’re done, the better you did. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
And here’s my embarrassing confession and word of advice: If you can wear a shirt to exercise in, you CANNOT wear it to work. Even when you’re running on only four hours of sleep. Yes, I wore that pink shirt to work today. Never again, I promise.
I am too exhausted to write anymore, so I’ll leave you with some inspiration I found on Pinterest (I LOVE that web site!):