T is for Tough.
This week, T was for a Tough Tuesday -- and it was tough in more ways than one.
First, the day started with the most killer of all killer workouts. It was an upper-body day at Farrell's, and it was the first week we did "super sets." Essentially, a super set is when we burn out an entire muscle group all at once. I promise I'll go into more details later, but it will take an entire post to discuss resistance training and the different techniques we do throughout the ten-week program, so you're just going to have to hold your horses.
While I am usually sore on resistance days, I was especially hurting after this particular workout. It was so bad, in fact, that when we were doing cardio between sets, I couldn't even lift my arms to jab, to do jacks, to do anything.
And what makes it even worse is that I did not even get my hair wet in the shower for fear of not being able to lift my arms to wash it. (You know what I am? SEXY.)
That's when you know it was a good workout.
After a tough day emotionally (I'll fill you in later...maybe), I had yet another tough workout:
While I was sunburned and sweaty last year, this year I was freezing. It was in the 40s, and the wind was brutal. I did a tad worse than I did last year, but I beat my 2011 time by 13 seconds. Considering I haven't been running at all -- and considering I had to halt my running a few times to
I know it was only a mile run, but it was a mile more than I've been running lately, and it was definitely a faster pace than I am used to -- especially in such frigid temperatures (my lungs hate the cold). So, I'm happy with the time.
Most of all, though, I'm happy with how it made me feel. I know I've said before how therapeutic running is, but sometimes I forget that myself. No matter how crappy a day may be -- for whatever reason -- a good, old-fashioned run will generally make it all go away. At least for a while.