I did one of my P90X workouts at home on Sunday. Gave myself a little pat on the back for actually doing it. As I got about halfway through I realized, I'm getting stronger. Little by little, but I am. I'm not sprawled out on the floor panting, I am keeping decent pace. I rock. This of course was followed up on Monday with incredibly sore legs. You know you are embracing exercise into your life when your legs are super sore and you think to yourself, Sweet! I know I did something right.
I think most girls have at one point or another felt like they were a bit of a masochist. Whether it was a toxic relationship, a grueling program at school, a relentless demanding job, or any negative yet technically optional situation they find themselves in. Like being pessimistic, or self defeating, making things harder than they have to be on yourself.
Working out is the perfect subsitute for that. Beat yourself up, literally.
I've been trying to use up my massage money before the end of the year. I've always liked an intense deep tissue massage. My regular girl is good, but I recently found another girl at the same place that takes it to a whole other level. On my visits to her I find myself focusing on breathing through the pain and convincing myself to suck it up because I'm being a baby. I even love the pain I feel for the rest of the day because it means something is happening. Things are getting worked out. This pain means things are getting better.
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