Had a bit of a bad day today - had an exam that didn’t go particularly well, played some online games with my friends and only seemed to do well when I played on my own (which is really frustrating because they now all think I’m shit and I’m not goddammit) and had a couple of arguments with my mum. On top of that I gave into my desire for comfort food massively and bought myself a 2 liter bottle of Diet Coke of which I drank at least 3/4 in a few hours. Was feeling pretty shit about myself and wrote a really angsty blog post but then deleted it and decided to work out instead.
I upped the amount of skipping I do as a warmup from 120 to 150, and was feeling pretty good so decided to up the amount of squats I do in a rep from 15 to 20. Did my squat-lunge supersets and was sweating hard but enjoying the burn so upped the number of tricep-dips I do from 12 to 15 a rep. Did my dip-push-up supersets, made a lot easier by focussing on when I breathe (I find push-ups really hard unless I focus on breathing) and by this point was feeling knackered.
Determined to press on, however, I did my dead-bugs and sit-ups, though the last few sit-ups were a push. I’ve recently taken to putting my hands behind my ears when I sit up rather than just having them flail about and it’s made it a lot harder. Then I did my leg-raises and glute bridge, and I held my glute bridge for 10 seconds longer than I usually did. By this point I was actually feeling a little bit sick from the amount I was pushing myself, but I wanted to finish the workout, and so I pushed myself to superset my plank by doing 20 seconds right side plank, 20 seconds middle, 20 seconds left side plank. I did that twice and then did my warm-down skips. I intended to only do 20 warmdown skips but I managed to do 20 in a row and decided to see how many I could do and got to 84, thoroughly knackered but happy. I stretched to cool down and had a shower, but still feel a little bit physically ill - though a lot more mentally composed.
If there’s one way to cheer up it’s through pushing yourself like a bitch in a workout. I may be physically dying, but emotionally I’m a lot more stable than I was an hour and a half ago. Perhaps I shouldn’t have upped so many things in one go (squats, dips, plank length, both sets of skipping) but I felt good for it, and I’m going to keep them at the rate they were from now on.
I think I only felt ill because I didn’t give my body half an hour between the last drink of diet coke and starting working out, which is definitely a lesson learned - I’m now rededicated to cutting the stuff down as much as possible, if not entirely.
TL;DR: I was angsty, pushed myself really hard in a workout, am now not so angsty. How’s everyone else’s day been?