The past two mornings of my life have been filled with pain and shame--and this is the kind of pain I don't like. I began Insanity to assist me in speed training and to try something new, and in doing so, had to throw my pride right out the window, drive over it, drag it through the mud...you get the picture.
I've mentioned in a past post that with running came some sacrifices, the loss of other athletic abilities as my body grew accustomed to repetitive motion. Swing the arms, lift the legs, hundreds to thousands of times per run.
Insanity requires pushing the heart rate to the max (safely) within just a few moments, holding it for minutes at a time, bringing it back down, building it back up, and so forth. It requires speed and agility, neither of which I possess. It also requires lots of motivation, which I apparently dropped during the warm up. I spent entire circuits sitting on the couch, discouraged, almost content. Only now, as I type these words, am I reminded of my own motto--make it hurt.
I'm not sure any amount of encouragement could motivate me enough to stick it out through an entire workout of Insanity, but you could try.
Gotta run.
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