I didn't start out the week on a very good note. I was mad at myself for the poor food choices I made, exhausted from an overscheduled weekend, tired from working late Sunday night and more than ready for the Spicy Chicken to come home from his "weekend" golf trip that lasted five days. Apparently I'm not very good at hiding my feelings because as soon as I walked in the door of the studio Hyam asked, "What's wrong?"
After I whined a little bit and Hyam patiently listened we got to down to work. We actually weighted in first - one measly pound down - but I figured that was lucky after the pepperoni fiasco so I couldn't let it affect me too much. (Here's where the important part of the story comes in so pay attention). When we were done with our workout I was tired, sweaty and really stinky but you know what? I felt fabulous! I was ready to take on the world (which would start with a call to the Spicy Chicken with an apology for maybe being a little out of line earlier that morning).
Call it what you want - endorphins - adrenaline - insanity - whatever - this is the miracle of exercise people! To push your body past what you think it can do and then feel GOOD afterward is amazing. I wonder how I ever allowed myself to forget this magical feeling of getting stronger and feeling better, but I hope I never let it disappear again.