Miriam's a Menacethis morning's workout kicked my ass in the best possible way
very nearly a perfect strength workout. low reps, moderate weights, slow movement, felt like i was exactly hitting 100% of capacity at the end of each block.
and then i stepped outside and it was GLORIOUS blue skies and fluffy clouds.
bosu workout!
i love bosu workouts.
not just because theyre usually all core work
theyre like doing a whole workout on top of a giant bouncy boob.
its awesome.
first little hints of muscle definition poking out through the padding i built up during recovery!
this workout felt GOOD. not like, "promising" or "getting back on track" or whatever but like. my body felt pleasantly challenged and flushed afterwards.
like it used to. thats the important point im getting at, here. im hoping i get this feel more often. thats where i want to be, physically.
still tired, tho—i went home and immediately crashed into a glorious nap!
wallowing in the doldrums of pms but still doing your workout is this absurd little storm of spite and nihilism. "im running nowhere to rebuild physical conditioning that i dont use for sports or labor or anything beyond my own vanity and nobody cares but fuck it lets go."
also my lower back hurts because in yesterday's strength training i discovered all my large muscle groups are pretty much fine and eager to get back into exercising, but all the small muscle groups doing balance and stabilization have gone to utter shit and will need to be built back up again. which means it's super fucking easy to fuck everything up, hooray!
monday 5k after leisurely sunday 5k also burns so good just not quite as pleasantly
