To the limit and beyond
35 minutes. Two 45lb dumbbells.
Push ups, crunches, cross crunches, bicycle kicks, scissor kicks, leg lifts, curls, overhead tricep pulls, bent over row, butterfly curls, lunges, tip toe calf pulls.
One set each, COMPLETELY maxing out. 15 seconds max between exercises. 5 minute water break in between.
When I was finished my heart was RACING, my body covered in a slick layer of sweat, and my body was as hard as a perfectly cut rock.
I looked in the mirror. I looked into my eyes...I saw...I saw...I saw fear.
My eyes turned bluer and bluer...the contrast against my newly sun touched face now turning paler and paler.
A twitch.
A quiver.
Shaking.
Cold sweat now pouring out of me, dripping to the floor.
My tight stomach started to feel queezy and ...
I fought the want to put my head in the toilet.
Five minutes later my complexion was back and I was left a little shaken up, but good again.
I really wonder how I feel about all of this now.
I pushed past my limits.
Why would I do this?
I was just sitting there thinking, poisoning my own mind with worries.
I had to stop, I had to do something.
I let it all out, every last bit of it.
There was a lot of it.
Why did I go so far?
It is a typical James thing to do.
Fight as hard as I can, so hard that I hurt myself...badly.
Well, I don't plan on stopping, I want to stick to my plan.
I am not quitting, I will not accept defeat.
Tomorrow I will try again.
But this time...maybe a little easier on myself. :)
Push ups, crunches, cross crunches, bicycle kicks, scissor kicks, leg lifts, curls, overhead tricep pulls, bent over row, butterfly curls, lunges, tip toe calf pulls.
One set each, COMPLETELY maxing out. 15 seconds max between exercises. 5 minute water break in between.
When I was finished my heart was RACING, my body covered in a slick layer of sweat, and my body was as hard as a perfectly cut rock.
I looked in the mirror. I looked into my eyes...I saw...I saw...I saw fear.
My eyes turned bluer and bluer...the contrast against my newly sun touched face now turning paler and paler.
A twitch.
A quiver.
Shaking.
Cold sweat now pouring out of me, dripping to the floor.
My tight stomach started to feel queezy and ...
I fought the want to put my head in the toilet.
Five minutes later my complexion was back and I was left a little shaken up, but good again.
I really wonder how I feel about all of this now.
I pushed past my limits.
Why would I do this?
I was just sitting there thinking, poisoning my own mind with worries.
I had to stop, I had to do something.
I let it all out, every last bit of it.
There was a lot of it.
Why did I go so far?
It is a typical James thing to do.
Fight as hard as I can, so hard that I hurt myself...badly.
Well, I don't plan on stopping, I want to stick to my plan.
I am not quitting, I will not accept defeat.
Tomorrow I will try again.
But this time...maybe a little easier on myself. :)