I feel like I have a lot of goals, and I’m always introducing another to the mix, which I’m not sure is good or bad.
My most recent goal is working out every day. I always try to do this, and it lasts for about a week before I skip it one time and then it doesn’t work anymore because of the one time I skipped.
Well, I’m doing it again, and I’m seriously motivating myself. I’ve got an AWESOME bra (so I can’t complain that my boobs hurt or that the bra hurts, because this fits amazingly), I’ve got good shoes that are comfortable to run in, and make my feet feel good after, and I’ve got a whole spring break to make these habits stick.
It’s a bit much of me to think that I’m going to work out every morning and every night, but after the run I just had, I want to feel like that again.
I told myself to take this first night easy; just a simple short little run to get my body used to more exercise. I ventured outside to run (after stretching, of course), ran up the hill and back down. I didn’t even break a sweat, but I was panting a little bit. I got back inside and decided that I should push myself a bit more. I got my iPod, found a way to keep the buds in my ears (because music makes me workout at least twice the amount), and headed to the track (it’s dark outside and I was a bit wary of getting kidnapped or something).
The sign on the wall said “6 laps = 1 mile”. I decided right then and there that I was going to do a mile, even if it killed me.
I started slow, jogging at an easy pace. I was the only one on the upper track, and a bunch of guys were playing basketball on the lower courts. The track is even with the 3rd floor windows, and the guys studying watched me (and met my eyes) every time I passed. I could hear the guys playing ball yell, over my music, every time I got to the starting line (whether coincidence or not, it spurred me on). About lap three, I started sprinting as hard as I could for one side of the rectangle (the shorter side). In my head, I screamed to myself, “GO STRONG!”. I got to the final lap, and about a quarter of the way through, sweat soaking my hairline, I knew that I was going to finish this lap strong.
I sprinted with every ounce of strength I had in my body. Any ounce not dedicated to that headlong sprint was dedicated to the screaming in my head, “YOU WILL FINISH STRONG. YOU WILL DO IT.”
I thought that I was going to die on that final bit, but I finally got to the end. In my head, I cheered for myself and I allowed a tiny smile before I started the 7th lap, just a walking cool-down.
When I finished that lap, I got down on the ground and held plank (this) for about 30 seconds until I felt he burn in my abs, and then switched into the child’s pose (this), held for a few minutes, loving the burn of stretching, and then transitioned into the cobra pose (this).
By this time, I still had time left before my playlist started again, so I decided to round out the workout with some crunches. I did about 30 before the heat flooding my face was unbearable.
When I was done, my hair was sticking up all over the place with sweat and I had a massive migraine. When I got to my room, I drank about half a bottle of water and then hopped in the (cool) shower.
I feel sore, but I want to go back out to the track and run some more. These must be the feel good endorphins everyone talks about.
I want to go run some more, but I also want to curl up in bed with a book. Since the track closes at 11, I think I’ll take the book. :)
Also, anyone want to suggest some fast-paced, upbeat songs for me? I need a good mix, and the longer I run, the more music I need!
Sincerely...Cassandra. 
