I've been in a bit of a gym rut lately. I'll go (grumpily) once, maybe twice a week, not put much into it, not trying or looking for results or improvements.
One of my coaches and friends posted this on facebook the other day (and I shared it so you may have already seen it).
On Tuesday, I went and I was feeling it. I was ready to get back. Luckily, it was an easy day. Wednesday was another story, if you don't know what a snatch is, you can look here. Of course, I can't lift NEARLY as much as this guy, in fact, I couldn't even get 65 pounds over my head, I literally fell on my butt twice. I was so mad. Fuming.
Now today, I got off of 9 hours of work and decided I was going to sit myself down on the couch and watch some Gossip Girl. But you know what popped into my head? Yup, quote above. So I dragged my booty over to the gym. We worked on squats. I love squats. I have strong legs so I'm good at leg lifts. Upper body, as I told before, not my forte. I lifted way more than my previous max and I couldn't be happier.
The moral of the story (for myself) is that you will never regret a workout you do. I always regret not going to the gym.
Plus, I've lost about 15 pounds doing a nutritional challenge along with my fellow gym-mates. If that's not self-motivation to keep working, I don't know what is.
Okay, now for some fun:
I've never actually puked during a workout... but almost ;)
OKAY I'M DONE BEING AN ANNOYING CROSSFITTER.
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