I've gotten some form of exercise in since Wednesday, but I have to say my heart hasn't caught up with me yet. I am doing it, but I am forcing myself to get up and do it. I'm always glad when I do, but I want it back where I am looking forward to it and it's not something I'm talking myself in to.
So today, it was Zumba. With all the instructors out there, I am really starting to like Sunday's class with Annette. She is just high charged, and she doesn't take long breaks, which is good because I hate it when your heart rate comes down in the middle.
Music was good. Moves were good. Company was good. It was all good. Not even half way in, I was beet red and starting to smell; but I kept going and pushing myself to work hard. Soon enough I looked at the clock, and we only had 10 minutes left. So I stepped it up a notch and continued to dance. That 10 minutes lasted forever, and then I realized that I was looking at the hour hand instead of the minute hand. When I realized this, we still had 15 minutes left! So much for stepping it up for 10, now I had to push it even longer. But it was fun, and once again, I was glad I was there.
Now the Muddy Girl run is in a week, and once again I have slacked on my weight training. So every night this week, I will follow a push up challenge. Basically this means I have to torture myself for 3 minutes in which I am to do as many push ups as possible. In the article I read it said that anything less than 55 in this amount of time is below average. WHATEVER. I am shooting for 10, and maybe I'll be at 20 before the end of the week. I may be below average, but I have other strengths, so I won't beat myself up for my lack of push up abilities.
Maybe I'll surprise myself. I sure hope so. I've not attempted anything like this before so I have no clue where I stand.