Live with gratitude

There are some days that can literally knock you to your knees.
Today was one of those days.
What began as a normal day at the gym transitioned into sitting at a 14 year old's funeral service contemplating my own mortality.  One of our gym families lost their youngest son/brother in a horrible accident on Saturday, and the days that transpired sense then have been a blur.  I'll never understand why tragedy tends to get our attention more than the day to day blessings we encounter without a second glance.  Then life throws a curve ball.  A wild curve ball that throws you back on your heels and in the dirt.  I am still blown away by the whole thing and my heart aches for the Hubbard family.



Well, as you know yesterday was my big day back in the weights....boy was I ready. 
Not going to lie, I felt a little weak.  My muscle contraction felt much better than 2 weeks ago though, so I was pretty pumped about that.  Overall, I had a good workout on Monday (shoulders, biceps, core), and then it was chest and quads today.  Needless to say I had to forgo the cardio.  I got my fair share last week.  Honestly, I'd hoped to get in at least 30 minutes, but I was shot and my body was tired...it simply wasn't going to happen.  Today I did some intervals on the treadmill, which, after  4 sets of squats, leg press, and leg extension was about as exciting as basket weaving.  No offense to basket weavers....but you're reading the wrong blog...

I had a new client on Monday who reminded me every 5 minutes that she hates working out and its horrible and its way too hard.  I laugh.  Really?  What do you expect?  Are we supposed to sit in a circle and play patty-cake?  It amazes me.  Its really OK not to enjoy every second, but our society breeds this "everything-needs-to-feel-great-or-its-bad" mentality.  I fight it with people everyday.
Accept that its going to be hard.
Expect that you won't enjoy every minute.
Put in the time.
See the results.

I've got approximately 20 minutes before I need to be in bed ready to take hump day by the horns.  Have a great night folks.  Embrace life.  Be thankful for each breath.

DJ CRANK IT!!!

Saturday afternoon and my house is silent.  It is absolutely wonderful to say the least, and was only briefly interrupted when a neighborhood kid thought it was funny to ring my doorbell and run.  Really?  Is this 1992...who does that anymore?  I saw his mullet flapping in the wind as he ran off...enough said.

I am tired...just woke up from a nap.
I felt like I couldn't even relax until after my hip-hop class today.  My Friday was completely full of a massive to-do list, then it was off to my parents' house for dinner, back home by 11, then had to finish preparing the routine for this morning,...I was a nut case.  The class was an absolute blast, but it was hotter than a confessional in there.  If you've ever taken a hip-hop class you can't help but have some appreciation for back-up dancers on tv.  I was sucking some serious wind...

Not sure where my rhythm came from...although we used to watch Soul Train with my great-grandmother.   Apparently she had an inner gansta....explains a lot.

Today capped off my week-of-cardio.  Made it.  Monday-Wednesday was distance/steady-state on the treadmill, Thursday and Friday was TABATA intervals which made me want my mama by the end, and today was hip-hop class.  I am officially ready to pick up some weights on Monday!!  Ahhh, I can't wait!  It will be 9 days by that point...dear Jesus...

 I honestly wasn't sure I'd make it.  That sounds crazy to many of you, but I'm totally serious.  I was soooo tempted yesterday.   To wake up 5 days in a row and not be sore was the most bazaar thing to me.  I'm ready to feel like I've worked.  I'm practically counting the hours...

Ok, time for a few housy-chores, and then off to a basketball game.  It might be a cup-of-joe-in-the-afternoon kind of day.  :)