I’m pretty proud of yesterday’s workout. Today’s too, for that matter; it was a butt kicker. But yesterday’s was the kind where somehow, I focused and pushed hard enough to make myself want to puke.
I know this doesn’t sound victorious or something to be proud of, and don’t get me wrong, I am not promoting bulimia by saying this! It’s about knowing I did my best without completely losing it. Pushing to just that point prior to puking is about as far as you can get and still be effective, at least I think. I wouldn’t be able to finish the workout if I actually chucked in the middle of it. It would be game over.
I worry that when I’m working out by myself like I often do, that maybe I don’t challenge myself enough or put forth the best effort possible. I work pretty hard most of the time, but sometimes I don’t have that edge, that will to really get after it. But yesterday, it was there. I don’t know what it was specifically, but there was an intensity I hadn’t experienced in awhile. I had to take a walk across the gym between sets to keep my stomach under control, gather my wits, and get back to the workout. But I finished, and I finished strong.
I’m noting the workout for future reference, in case I want to remember the thing that got my tummy churning, and maybe try it again at a later date?
Complete 5 rounds of 15 reps each
70 lb lat pull-downs
90 lb squats
18 inch box jumps
Pulling Up | A Fitness Diary 
