Last night, Wednesday I did another hour of Zumba and it was night and day different from the previous night. I was tired before I began. I just wanted to pay down. The difference was apparent almost instantaneously as I began to sweat profusely. My clothes felt heavy on my body. My legs felt like dead weight. Part of me wanted to quit. I wasn't sure if I could even make it. My movements became more slow and sluggish. But I told myself that this was all in my head and I ramped up my movements.
I powered through the workout. It wasn't a killer workout but I did my best. I jumped and moved as much as my body would accommodate. I wasn't stopping because of a little discomfort (some of which I know was from a mental block!).
I'm sore today. My legs feel as if they have been through a war. Am I happy that I pushed through? Absolutely!
Some days exercise will be more of a struggle and and I wont do a good, go as far or push myself as much. Some days the victory is just in finishing! Some days our strength and determination is challenged. I accept the challenge!
