Boy, am I gonna be sore tomorrow. Tonight's was the best workout I've had the pleasure of in a long time. I drove toward my west side gym (younger crowd than my early morning east side gym) in the setting sun with some new music to listen to (including Shonlock's "Hello"), found a free arc trainer, and got to it.
90 seconds in, my quads asked just what did I think I was doing. 13 minutes in, the couch potato in me was whining to stop at 15. And I distracted myself like crazy to keep going because I had decided that come hell or high water, I wasn't quitting till the clock ran out. I closed my eyes and imagined pedaling in a tri; I glanced at the TV screen and couldn't solve a single puzzle on Wheel of Fortune; and I concentrated on good form and using a whole bunch of muscles.
I really, really needed a good hard workout which left my clothes sticking to me. I've been feeling like a polar bear at the zoo, pacing back and forth out of boredom. I miss my trainers like crazy, the way they'd work me till I felt like a pile of overcooked noodles. I never thought I'd say it, but I even miss those push-ups on an inverted bosu ball.
I'm so thankful for tonight's workout: for the frame of mind, that the equipment I wanted was available, for knowing how to use the equipment. I felt so good that after the arc trainer I did some leg presses (out of deference to my surgeon, I didn't press 400). I worked so hard that I've got my post-workout freeze going on (I'm wrapped up in my coat while I type).
Next time I see my surgeon, I'm going to put on my weightlifting gloves, drop to my knees, and beg him to let me start lifting again. But first I have to get over the pain that awaits me tomorrow morning. It's so worth it.
~Karin
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