Dead serious, I went to sit up this morning and I heard Tone Loc singing Wild Thing. Well, specifically, I heard this line: “Yo love, you must be kiddin'” and my abs were singing it to me.
For the past three nights, I’ve hit the gym after work. As I mentioned on Tuesday, I have done a poor job of taking care of mySELF and maintaining healthy habits. I didn’t even believe my own excuses anymore; so, I stopped making them. Even so, working out at 4:30 AM may be okay for the First Lady; but, it is just not the time for this goddess to get up and get sweaty. So, if I’m not going to do it early, then I’ll just have to do it late. As a result, I find myself walking into the gym at 8:30 or 9 PM. I give it a hard hour or so, then go home and pass out.
During my Tuesday night chest/shoulders/back routine, it occurred to me that I want something that I know I cannot have. I want to feel as strong as I did before my knee surgery, but I don’t want to put in the work to be that strong. It’s impossible. My rational mind knows that. My irrational mind was just being a loud mouth. It’s been known to do that.
Before my surgery, I was in the best shape of my life. I was healthier than ever! I could do sit-ups and push ups. I could run and climb. I asked my body to do things and my body did them. It was the most amazing feeling EVER. I want to feel that way again. I want to be able to get up from a seated position on the floor without grunting, groaning, heaving or rocking for momentum. I want to be able to lift my body weight using just my arms. I want to run without gasping for air. I want to feel strong and, in feeling strong, I want to feel young. That’s probably the core of it right there. I don’t want to feel like a middle-aged woman whose body is gaining downhill momentum.
Because I slacked on my training, I lost ground. I did not go all the way back to square one, thankfully; but, I lost a significant amount of ground and I’m paying the price to make it up right now. The price is in sore muscles – REALLY sore muscles. Well, sore to the point that my abs were singing, You must be kiddin’.
Nope. I’m not kidding. I’m going to continue to get up, continue to move, continue to push myself, get stronger, and get healthier.
Aging is inevitable. Body function deterioration is inevitable.
Inevitable, but, it doesn’t have to be today.
4 thoughts on “Tone Loc, Tone Up”
Oh lawsuit, and I am walking right into this next week!!!
Lawsuit? Settle down there, sister.
I find that that kind of “pain” is the best pain. It keeps me working out! If I don’t feel anything the next day, then I’m not challenging myself enough.
You are absolutely right, Henley. There is a huge sense of satisfaction in that pain. I DO know that I’ve pushed myself and that the process of real toning is beginning.