Atrophy: \ˈa-trə-fē\ Def. Gradually decline in effectiveness or vigor due to underuse or neglect. A byproduct of sitting on your butt and eating crap over Christmas.
Lying in a pool of my own sweat, I felt a pain in my stomach I haven’t felt in a long, long time. Clark’s Core Session was putting us through the paces and all I could think was, “Oh how the mighty have fallen.” Of all the areas I let go to pot was my core.
I paid for it this morning. I grunted as I lifted my big heavy feet into the sky.
But I did it. I even did the one-minute plank. Yes, my back hurt. Yes, I was miserable. But I didn’t let me brain lie to me. A good brain will do that.
My purpose is stronger than the lies my brain whispers into my head.
Today was a surprise to me. I though we were going to do what the other folks were doing yesterday. We didn’t — we ran. A lot. Wayne had us running up and down the basketball court. We then did step-ups and more running. And then Clark had us run on the treadmill. I ran 12 minutes at 6.2 mph with two one-minute bursts of 7 mph.
And then we did core.
I’m a little sore. I’ll admit it. But I’m fighting atrophy. I’ll run over the weekend and rest when I need to. But Week #1 of Fit4Change is in the books.
There’s only 11 more to go.
The workout was grueling on this morning! I am looking for my heart at this moment. I know in the end this will get me back in tip top shape. I haven’t worked out like this in over a year in a half so I was truly impressed with myself. I think you did really well Marshall. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I am in your line.