I am finishing this week aching but happy. Two days of LesMills Combat have just about done me in but I have enjoyed every second. Usually I try to avoid doing the same workout 2 days in a row, but knowing the popularity of today’s class, I decided it would be better to end up doing both than miss out and do none at all. I could really feel the difference today though- I still felt strong but my punches felt like they had much less power behind them- God only knows what tomorrows BodyPump will do to me!
It just goes to show how far my motivation has grown, that I can be feeling so on top of my game despite the catastrophe that was my mid-week slump. Every time I get back up after a falter, I am filled with a new confidence that this is not just one of my healthy, exercise kick phases; this time it has finally become a lifestyle. the one I can keep and sustain.
There are still challenges ahead but no bigger than those I have already overcome: moving away from the mountains that inspired me, living with my parents and having to work around their diets as well as my own, and mustering the energy to carry on training once I started working again. In the grand scheme of things they could never be called monumental accomplishments, yet I still feel that I have much to be proud of in what I have achieved.