Week 1 – The Exercise that Killed Me.
Howdy folks! You’ll have to bare with me, my fingers are pretty much all I can move right now. I sit before you a broken man. This first week of the new year has been so crammed full of things, I haven’t had time to really sit down and write a blog! How ironic that my entire purpose of filling my days with interesting things so I could write about it would be the very reason I didn’t have time to write! However, after tonight, I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to write over the next few days. So be ready!
I should probably start from the beginning so you guys have an idea of what I’m talking about. For the most part, the various activities I’ve been doing lately haven’t really been anything to write about as most of them were just getting my affairs in order, however, my exercise routine is definitely something to talk about.
Earlier this week, Sunday to be exact, I performed my first fitness test in the 60 day routine I’ve made myself a part of and although my numbers were lower than expected I still felt like I had done fairly well for myself. The following day was the following exercise and while moving through the exercises I realized that I just wasn’t pushing myself hard enough. The same feeling of fear and failure began to creep up on me, and I left my routine feeling fairly pessimistic.
