Day 13

Had a restless night due to circumstances beyond my control. Estimated sleep time: 2, maybe 3 hours. Snooze button hit twice and rain tapping at my window...

This morning was probably the toughest one to get out of bed yet. I tried to put on a smile and be excited for the morning but my heart was definitely still in bed.

When I arrived, I found out that we were going to be doing running and sprints. I took a deep breath, actually several, put on my best persevering face and reminded myself that this is only one Hour and that I can do it.

We did four sets of walking, jogging, running, sprinting. This was the most brutal class yet for me. I wholeheartedly prayed, pleaded, for strength and help today. Towards the end of our fourth set, I began to feel sick. After the set, I still felt physically sick and began to look for the best place to "relieve my discomfort". I stood outside in the rain for a few minutes tucked away from the rest of the group as to not embarrass myself completely or make anyone else sick. Waiting, wondering, focusing, waiting...trying to cool off which the rain really helped with. I was surprised that my body recovered after a few minutes without losing what little I had eaten (no carbs or protein, bad choice!) before leaving the house.

I took some more deep breaths and headed back inside. We finished the class with weights, push-ups, crunches, and a few other core exercises. I was hopeful that the "twinge" would go away and I tried to push through the best that I could. I really wanted to get the best work-out for me and it sucked (pardon the lack of better phrasing, but it really did) that every time I tried to really push myself after that, the "twinge" would turn into more of a "pounding".

I finished a bit less strong than what I would've liked but I did finish.

Tonight, I will be going to bed early and tomorrow I will be getting up in time to eat a proper balanced breakfast before heading out the door.

As I'm sitting here writing this, I am really encouraged and proud of myself that I didn't "give in" to the physical and mental desire to stay in bed. Even though the class was killer today, I DID IT. I actually don't feel depressed that I wasn't "G.I. Jane" (not that that is what I'm shooting for... And besides, didn't Demi have to shave her head? Not in a million years! Oops, rambling once again...).

Anyway...

Today, I feel accomplished that I did my best and that I will get up tomorrow and the next day, and the next day, and the next. And I WILL continue to do MY BEST with all that is within ME as I continue to get stronger, healthier, and press on to be the best ME that I CAN.