I’m typing this with my nose. My arms are too freakin’ sore to lift them to the keyboard. So I am pecking each key out one at a time. Too many push-ups. Too many mountain climbers. Too much work I need to do on my flabby upper body. Ugh.
The aerobics room kicked my butt. Let’s just say it won’t go on my highlight reel. By the time I made it to the Push-up/Sprint station at the end of the session, my shoulder and arms were smarting.
If sweat is your fat crying, mine threw a hissy fit today.
From what I understand, a teammate got thrown out today. The treadmill was the culprit. I don’t know the details, but I remember my struggles on the treadmill. There were times I wanted to quit. I remember flying off the back of the bastard (my affectionate name for it) when I couldn’t keep up with the speed.
I know the pain. I used to hate the treadmills with a passion.
But I can tell you this, the second your mind stops fighting the workout, your body will respond. Excuse the cliche, but in this case, attitude does determine altitude. After two weeks last year, I started embracing the workouts. Suddenly, I dropped 17 lbs. And then 25. And then 40. And then nearly 48.
Working out is hard. That’s why we choose the couch instead. But the benefits are so worth any temporary pain you feel.
Paul Lacoste gave me grief about my hair today. Thought of about three eviscerating things I could have said and decided not to. I’ll just cut it all off before a weigh-in. That should be at least five pounds.
Went shopping last night. Bought a patella band for my knee, a shirt and a pair of shorts. Bought a pair of XL shorts (what I usually wear.) Just to be sure, I looked up the sizing chart for the brand I got. My waist size wears a M, not an XL. That just blew my mind.
The patella band really helped today. I still had pain, but my knee feels better now than yesterday. The band supported the inflamed area and really made a difference. Hopefully I can get back to running soon. My son really wants to run with me.
And that’s what this is all about. 
Thanks once again for your supportive comments. I have a few ugly names for that treadmill as well, it has a way of playing mindgames with me. Today was my treadmill day and was rough. But PL was right in front of me most of the time and would not let me quit. I pushed on with right attitude and tried to give him all the effort I had. I appreciate your thought about not fighting the workout. I will try that. But as always, another word of great encouragement.
Marshall I love reading your blogs… and I never have heard that sweat is fat crying… LOL… these workouts have really gotten my fat crying.
Treadmill kicked my butt today… 15 incline at 3.0… holy cow… I almost cried along with my fat.
Keep up the great work.
Susan from Fit 4 the Coast :-)
I’m trying to shut my mind up and, as you said, embrace the workout, but i assume that takes practice! My legs just want to stop running. I am enjoying the PLS workout again and your blog is hysterical! Hope I don’t get thrown out this week. :)