Day 2! And these photos will not be pretty. We are waking up at 6 am to get these workouts done. And Paul surprised me by setting his alarm for 5:45 am. Mornings are not my favorite, but I decided I need to make them my favorite if we are going to get these workouts done. Our goal was to be down to our gym by 6:15 am. Success.
It was leg day and holy crap, Sagi is no joke. Go do a million lunges and then follow it up with a million Bulgarian split squats. Cool, thanks dude. On the bright side, he said "quadzilla", so that was amazing and made this early workout worth it.
This workout is making me so proud of myself. I realized that I am no longer working out to get skinny. No longer working out to impress a trainer, teacher, or friend. No longer working out because I am afraid of gaining weight or being fat. (Ps. I hate that word, and I want to stop using it.)
I am working out for the mental challenge first and the physical challenge second. I just want to see if I am able to do it. And the thing is, I know I can do it. I know this is hard. I know it's a time commitment. I know it's a body commitment. I have rearranged my schedule to make it a priority. I used to be one of those people that said I didn't have time to workout. I don't have extra hours in my day. There are still 24! I still have work responsibilities. Those didn't go away. I still have to sleep! I just go to bed earlier. I watch less tv. I waste less time on Buzzfeed. I don't wander at stores anymore. I made working out a priority because it is like a class for my brain and my body. Lots of people make time for grad school plus working full-time. I decided to make time for Body Beast plus life. I am waking up earlier than I used to. And each week, I want to wake up a little earlier so that I have time to meditate, journal, and read before I exercise. So next week, I will get up at 5:30 am. The following week, 5:15 am. The following week, 5 am. That means I will have to go to bed earlier. I *like* staying up late. I'm a night owl, or so I've told myself. But if Ima be real honest, in the past, I always wanted to stay up late because I hated my jobs. Going to bed meant that morning would near soon, and the anxiety of having to go to work was a lot. So I kept pushing off going to sleep, as if that would change my morning. (It just made my mornings rushed and miserable.)
So I still have to wake up every morning. Now I don't hate what is there for me when I wake up! I get to exercise and push my mind and body! I get to meditate and take 10 mins to calm myself in this busy, busy world. I get to read and make my third grade teacher proud that I am using reading to learn. And I can make my high school teachers and college professors proud that I am using that info to be a better person and be a positive impact on society.
I know this was supposed to be a post about Body Beast... uh, muscles... 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽