This is my second boot camp class, which I enjoyed significantly more than the first. It was less militant, more intense actually, and left me sweating. I usually am not much of a sweater.
This is also the first class where I got progressively more sore as the day went on. Is this supposed to happen? My friend Jenny, who has been into health and fitness all of her life, said that sometimes it take up to two to three days for full soreness to set in. I have proven her correct. I was actually pretty excited when I woke up today because I wasn’t nearly as sore as I thought I’d be. I had some soreness in my glutes and hip flexors, but very little in my quadriceps. This has been evolving, especially as I reached 7 PM tonight. This thought has actually been a relatively common occurrence throughout this journey, and I’ve been pleasantly surprised each time by how not sore I have been.
This has not been one of those times. When I say this class thoroughly kicked my ass, I am not exaggerating. I may not have drank enough water beforehand, but still. The soreness I feel right now is both reassuring (for some reason) and a reminder of how far I still have to go. It’s reassuring because it means I’m pushing myself past the limits that I thought I could go.
I think it’s like personal development. One doesn’t simply reach the pinnacle in fitness nor in personal development. There’s always another milestone, another goal, and another obstacle. I am loving what all this has brought to my life.
I am truly craving it now. I went three days without going to a gym, and my friend Maria and I both said on Sunday we were going to do 6 flights of stairs. Yes, six flights. Both of us willingly did them because we were craving exercise. This is a high-class problem that I am loving.
Fitness, welcome to a permanent part of my life. Love, Lex.