Why is it that it takes so long to get back in shape, but it seems like no time at all to lose it? That is how I felt during yesterday's workout. I was about halfway through when I thought, "No one else is here, I could just stop now." The old me probably would have and used the excuse that I was just getting back in to working out so I don't want to be too sore. I knew that if I wanted to make any progress, I couldn't quit. I pushed through and finished the workout, 41 minutes. Not a great time by any standards, but I had finished and not quit. And laying on the gym floor in a puddle of sweat, trying to catch my breath and not have a heart attack, I smile because I know that I will soon be seeing an old friend.
That old friend I am referring to is the ache in your muscles the day after a good workout. My legs are really sore today and my body really aches, but I know that old friend has good intentions. I know that old friend has come back into my life to help push me towards my goals. And I welcome back that friend with open arms. That pain makes me feel good about what I have done in the last few days and it makes me want to go back again. So today I did.
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