When most people think about being addicted to something, it's usually to drugs, or cigarettes or caffeine. Not me. I'm addicted to pain. I'm addicted to the pain of working out.
Let me explain. Two days ago I attended my first "Core Crunch" class here at UW-Milwaukee. It was 30 minutes of hell. All I could see in my minds eye was Jillian Michaels telling me that yes it is going to be hell, but yes I am going to get through it, and yes I will be better because of it. At the end of class, I was begging the instructor for more (and got some dirty looks from the others) but got another song in because of it. Yesterday I attended "Boot Camp." It is an hour long class that worked pretty much every muscle in my body and looked like crap at the end of class. This morning I woke up and yes my muscles are sore, but that tells me that I actually did something. I earned that soreness. I didn't just sit on the couch and watched the world go by, I'm living it.
I have 219 days to get ready, and I'll be damned if I won't be.
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