The second day of an exercise regimen is always the worst. Or is it the third day? I can't remember.
I do know that, after the first jogging interval, my legs suddenly started to feel rubbery. I wondered if I should stop, because that didn't seem like a good sign. And hey, who would know if I didn't finish my routine? Nobody! I don't have to do this! Nobody is forcing me!
Except....
Me. I'm forcing me. Because I have a goal. And the only way to meet that goal is to follow through faithfully. So I continue all the way through to the end (with a few pauses because my heart rate was registering around 195 and that's never a good thing but I paused the timer too so there was a full 30 minutes of actual activity.)
After the routine I was lightheaded and weak, but I had the satisfaction of not giving up on something, and that feels mighty good.
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