Today's workout was good. It was excellent. It was awesome. It made me feel so refreshed and re-energized. Why is that I dread going to workouts, the gym, or running outside? But, once I push myself and make the effort for my lazy ass to get there, I feel great! Am I the only one that feels this way? Like, I don't look forward to it at all. I'm not pumped. But once make it from Point A to Point B and it's accomplished I want to do some more!! I guess I should take advantage of this feeling of greatness. "Let's not break this cycle, share-bare! Keep it moving. Stay motivated. You can do it." (...Yeah, I'm talking in 3rd person to myself).
Let's see what I remember from today's workout. Hmm...it involved a deck of playing cards. Pretty creative but yeah, you don't want to know. I don't want to tell you. It definitely got my heart rate soaring high in the sky. Today's workout seems like a big blur. All I can recall are burpies galactic galore; push-ups up the ying-yang; mountain climbers to Mount Everest; squats that froze my glutes cold, and my favorite reverse lunges to the maximus! I also did some hammer bicep curls, rows with these cool looking braided resistance bands (I WANT ONE!), hip raises, and more push-ups. Come to think of it, I felt as if I worked much harder today than last week.
Tomorrow's plan = cardio. Perhaps spinning class at 24 Hour Fitness. Next TFT workout is Saturday!
OK, I'm tired. Time for bed. Good Night!