For the last few months, a friend has talked me into going to a ridiculously early Boot Camp class at the gym. It's on Monday mornings and, without fail, Tuesday morning I wake up sore. Sometimes it's my legs, sometimes it's my arms, sometimes it's my abs, sometimes it's a combination of all of these.
Today is no different.
However, as much as I'm grunting and groaning and struggling to move without pain, I secretly love it. You see, I love it because it means I've done something. It means I've worked hard. It means that, while I'd rather be sleeping, I dragged my carcass out of bed anyway.
So, while the pain has made my Tuesday rowing class much harder than it used to be, I still love it. I love knowing that I've worked hard. I love knowing that my muscles are changing and getting stronger every day. So, bring on the pain!
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