Today in Tuesday.
On Sunday I finally gave in and did a 24 minute work out from a DVD called "Start It Up!" I've always been heavier than my classmates, and after looking at a picture of myself in Y9, I realise how much weight I've gained since then, and I was not happy. I did okay, the arms in the air thing burned by the end, and the squats were killing me, but I survived, with just a spritz of sweat and quite a bit of energization.
Monday was a different story.
I woke up IN PAIN. Oh dear God, I really didn't need to be reminded of what it felt like the day after a strenuous P.E. session at B.P.S. This was not good, not good at all. My QUADS, the damn frontal-thigh muscles were absolutely killing me and I am sooooo not a happy camper when it comes to pain. Smartly enough, I didn't take any pain killers with me to school, so I had to endure sitting down on a low sofa and getting back up multiple times, trying to use my arms intead of my thighs (who knew I needed those to get out of a chair?), and I almost had a hernia trying to pull myself out of a bus seat on the way home. Still, Monday morning I totally did the work out again because I knew the pain was because my muscles were screaming "You asshole! You deserve every pang for your stupid, stupid body envy!"
Today is Tuesday. And I didn't work out today. I didn't have time. But I will definately do it tomorrow.
Definately.
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