My feet are burning. Sweat is soaking my hairline and pouring down my chest. My breath is labored.
I’m basically just hot and tired.
When the trainer on the Insanity video asks how I’m doing, I glare. When he asks if I’m ready for the next circuit, I say, ‘No.’
This has been a pretty regular occurrence since I started the Insanity workout program at the beginning of April. Technically it’s a 60-day program, and I should be ending it this week.
However, quite a while ago I gave up on the 60-day thing. I decided that I didn’t need to lose weight and just wanted to get in shape, so I’ve been using it as a regular workout a few days a week.
My soon-to-be-sister-in-law, Erin, started the workout about a month after I did, and she’s almost to the same point I am. She’s dedicated and has actually done it every day she is supposed to.
Workout programs, reading schedules and other activities I’m supposed to do every day make me feel like such an undedicated person - is that a word?
I like to do activities, but having to do something every day is really hard for me, especially exercising. I hate exercise, and I also hate having my free time used up for something that I don’t want to do. Like most people, I want the results, and I love it when Nate compliments me on how toned I’m getting, but I still don’t like doing it. (If Nate didn’t compliment me, I probably still wouldn’t be doing it. Thank goodness for his motivation.)
I guess dedication to simple daily tasks are a reflection of our inner selves. We have to practice with small tasks like these in order to be successful in the major parts of our lives that take dedication, especially marriage and children.
I guess I should look at my workout as a practice instead of the way I look at it now - horridness. (I don't think that's a word either...)