Sweating through my shirt and busting my pants.

Good morning! I have committed myself to being positive but this week clearly accepted that challenge and is trying everything it can to put kinks in my plan. Yesterday, I rocked the gym. I consider it a successful day at the gym when I sweat through my shirt. It's like I'm super hardcore or a real athlete or something. I guess it not only proves to me, but to the whole world, that I worked hard at the gym.

I was already sore from my workout with the trainer on Monday. She killed me everywhere, but my legs were especially sore from the squats and lunges, so I was walking with a little waddle. Those of you that have been sore after a workout know this specific gait. I was trying to be cool and walk normally, but if I did that, I ended up looking like I had a limp and misplaced my cane. It couldn't be helped.

So, I waddle/limped into the gym for day 2 of my week. I started with my high-incline treadmill warm up (warm-up? I'm not sure..hyphens get me every time). I then did dumbbell presses on the incline bench and push-ups. Next on my list was the flies machine. I had to increase the weight from my last workout on that machine! Woop de woop! But then, something happened...

... my left shoulder went numb. At first it felt like I was just working really hard, but when I stopped the exercise, it didn't go away. So, after about 10 minutes of stretching, I left the gym. I was scared to work it further! I spent the night stretching it in various ways, like rotating it around like a softball pitcher. I guess I am a real athlete. Whatever, it was a successful workout; I sweat through my shirt! Like a boss.

This morning, I got up and did an ab workout. Six ab exercises, 3 sets of 12. You know when you exercise, your mind can get very clear and you have these "aha moments" that make complete sense? This morning, I realized something about myself. I suck at mornings. I have such a hard time getting going and I have so much to do in the morning! Workout, shower, scramble to find something to wear, make breakfast, eat breakfast, pack my bag for the gym, and try to remember to grab something to take with me to work to work on for the wedding. (T minus 38 days)

While getting dressed this morning, I slipped on a pair of black cropped pants that I love. They are cute and super handy when rain is expected (which it is today). In my morning scramble to get everything together, the clasp on the pants popped. You guys, this is the most disheartening feeling, especially when I've been working as hard as I have. Sorry to say, this isn't the first time it's happened, but it doesn't get easier. To be fair, the pants are kind of old and were inexpensive to begin with, but still. This is why elastic is the invention of a genius. I wonder if the person who invented it won a Nobel Peace Prize. If not, he should... elastic is a universal peace creater.
Today is Wednesday and you know what that means in my gym world-- cardio! Get ready, machines... I will own you.