My highly-anticipated free-beer-and-BBQ 5K was postponed, understandably, leaving me with two days off from exercise and
On Sunday night, after the all-day storm subsided, I had two thoughts:
The surprising thing about the latter is, for the first time, I really wanted to go to the gym because I wanted to go.
I wanted to work out. I wanted to sweat. After nearly 9 months of heavy workouts and gym trips, for the first time I really wanted to go because I wanted to. Not because of guilt. Or because it was the day before weigh-in. Or because I should. Or even because I planned to.
But, finally, because I loved the feel of my muscles working hard, a soaking sweat and the satisfaction of a good effort.
Happily I drove over to the gym at 5:45 am and found it had power and was open. I hopped on the elliptical, dialed it up to Level 15 and 60 minutes of Random Hill fun.
And I friggin' killed it.
Seriously, those two days off yielded very fresh legs that were ready to roll. Normally I'll do 45 minutes on the elliptical, but I really wanted more, so I added another 15 minutes. I started out at my regular Level 10, but it felt way too easy. I had to jack it up to 15 before I felt like I was really working as hard as I wanted.
I hit that elliptical harder than ever before. Full of energy at 6 am and an awesome new playlist, I rode that machine into the ground and loved every minute of it.