Do You Trust Yourself

Last night's workout was SCARY. I've yet to workout with Mike and not be challenged in someway, but last night we were at a new level. We started out doing a Hiway Patrol test. I tried to explain that I'm not going into the Hiway Patrol, but Mike thinks this is good for me. So I ran for 7 minutes straight without complaining or whining once. I walked for two minutes and then ran the rest of my mile. Pretty cool. I was impressed with myself. But then he decided we needed to run sprints. So it was two times down the gym and 20 pushups and 20 flutter kicks. Next three times down and back with thirty pushups and thirty flutter kicks. Four times down and back with forty pushups and forty flutter kicks. Five times down and back with fifty pushups and fifty flutter kicks. We followed that up with 50 crunches and then hopped right into some kickboxing. (I thought after I hit the trainer the last time we were finished with this, but I'm so excited he brought it back.) It's such a great stress relief. After that we did some squatting. Then we went into some serious ab work. First I held a weighted ball and with my legs in the air did 25 crunches with the ball above my head. I took a break then we did squats, jumping jacks and 25 more of the ball crunches. Then Mike said, "Do you trust me?" It's not a matter of me trusting Mike. I trust him completely. He's an expert and wants me to succeed as badly as I want to succeed. The question is do I trust myself? So I laid on the floor and Mike stood over me with the weighted ball. He dropped it, I caught it and then I threw it up in the air to him. I really had to focus because if I missed the ball it was going to hit my nose and you know I would end up with a broken nose. But we did it successfully 20 times. It was painful.

At the end of the workout I was dripping with sweat and extremely nauseous. I had to sit down in a chair. My husband had come to workout, but ended up watching my workout instead. He and the trainer started talking. I was extremely quiet because my seratonin levels were so high. It was like I was having some out of body experience. We finally got in the car to come home and Dave said, "He kicked your ass. That was just a spanking." I was nauseous for an hour after the workout. I managed to drink a protein drink and then I crashed. I could barely focus on the book I'm reading. When I fell asleep it was a deep hard sleep. It's the kind of sleep I love. I'm hoping for a workout like this next week when I don't have to get up and go to work the next morning. I could have slept way past my alarm this morning. My legs, butt, and abs were so sore this morning, but it was that good sore. And the scales were down another pound. It was a scary workout, but I LOVED it. The harder they are the better I feel. I'm enjoying this journey so much. "Every man is the builder of a temple called his body." ~Henry David Thoreau...I've got a lot more building to do, but I'm doin it!