Day 21

Woo-hoo! I haven't shared this with many people. I think only my husband and my mom...oh and our furry kid trio know about what I'm about to post about. The furry kid trio definitely knows! They have witnessed every move. Every bead of sweat hit the floor. Every moan. Every near teary-eyed moment. Every time I screamed out wanting and praying for relief.  Yep, they actually know more than I do. Okay, lets not go that far...what in the world am I talking about you ask? A 21 day EXTREME workout program! I did it! I accomplished it! I am proud of myself! I have worked out straight for 21 days! No breaks! No days off! Every day the boys and Pipey have witnessed it all.

Trust me there were moments when I was near tears praying for relief and begging for my mama! Or at least begging for a pause button! But I did it! Through the first two weeks I honestly questioned almost on a daily basis if I wanted to work as hard as these workouts required. Somehow and in someway I got through them each and every day. I was so excited this morning after completely the final workout routine. I jumped around the apartment shouting my accomplishment. No one cared too much but me. And if someone overheard the jubilation in this apartment they likely questioned what the heck was going on.  I really surprised myself during some of the workouts. I didn't know I was capable of some of the moves I pulled off. Like the back bends. Full, complete back bends! Somehow I did those and held them for a length of time too. I'll admit I thought my wrists would give out but they didn't.

I do like to workout hard, I'm not happy unless it's hard. I have to have a sense of accomplishment at the end. I also have to be a sweaty gross mess with it's done or I'm not happy either. What's the point if you don't break a sweat?

I had an epiphany during these 21 days of extreme workouts, I like working out so much and at such a high level because I grew up with 3 male cousins. They were stronger than me. Faster than me. Better all-around athletes. I always tried so hard to keep up but fell short. Or at least that's how it seemed. I always wanted to be a serious athlete. But no one considered me "athletic"...my  mom still doesn't! Too small in all ways to be considered an athlete. Now years later as an adult I workout so hard in an attempt I believe to prove myself. At this stage of my life I don't care about proving anything to others it's about proving to myself that I can do something EXTREME. I can hang with the serious athletes in the workout video.

Anyway, I did it! It's working out so hard that makes me able to carry in a 42 pound bag of cat litter. Oh yes, I am woman hear me roar! LOL! Totally laughing at that!