Hurts so Good

I have a rather low pain tolerance. I least I always thought I did. One little headache or tummy cramp and I would run for the Tylenol bottle. If I thought I might kinda get a muscle cramp later, I'd take an Advil to head it off.

Now, I'm becoming an athlete.

If I'm not a little sore at the end of the day, I feel a little cheated. More like, I feel that I cheated.

The last couple weeks have been a whirlwind of busyness. I have no idea really what all was so busy. But I haven't made it to the gym as often as I'd like. I spent many days not feeling sore. It was just plan weird.

Then we found the time to make it back to the gym.

O.M.G.

I hurt like I had never done a squat before in my life.

That's all it had taken was a couple weeks of being distracted to get out of shape. I didn't go back to square one on my ability. But my muscles were pissed that I hadn't bothered to work them regularly. And it hurt. I'm still recovering really.

I like learning these lessons really. It helps hammer home my developing athletic lifestyle. If I really want to be an athlete, I have to work regularly. There's no time off or vacations. It's something I have to find time for multiple times every week.

You don't get something from nothing. If you want something, you have to work for it. And if you try to slack a little, you'll end up paying more than it's worth.

I might have given up in the past. But I'm committed. This isn't just for me. I have a family that needs me to be healthy and strong. I do this for them too.

But who am I kidding. It's summertime and I'm ready to look rocking in a bikini. (Maybe not this year, but damn skippy by next year I'll be set to go.)