Her abs were so sore. Sore to the point that it was painful laying down on the bench. He had to hand her the 20 lb weights. It must've been the heals from Saturday night. They had been tall-- four inches at least. And she had worn them for several hours. But they'd been on sale and oh so sparkily and they'd matched her dress so well...
And now it wasn't so much that she regretted them, but she knew it would be quite a while before they saw another evening out.
Her shoulders were also sore. She knew she'd taken her body to the breaking limit last week. She knew she'd pushed herself to the edge but she thought she'd stopped before damaging something vital. Tricep dips, those were out. Decline bench press: nope. She doubted her abs would let her lean that far back let alone get back up. He seemed amused at her distress. Yes, she did it to herself, she knew that. How did guys know what four inch heals did to a woman's core?
So she eased up today at the gym. She should've been pushing herself another five pounds this week but instead, she edged back ten. Twenty pound dumbbells instead of last week's thirty. Fifty pound tricep push downs instead of seventy. It was slightly depressing but the day only solidified the resolve that had been building within her: focus. Focus on the life she wanted, the results she wanted, the body and mindset and job she wanted. Yesterday she'd snapped back into work mode. She'd be the first to admit she'd become unfocused at work over the past, oh she might as well say it, several months.
But it began to happen Friday while at work, that moment when she felt her resolve start to decline and her mind bounded out and away from where she was, but she'd managed to pull herself back together and knock out several more tasks before she called it a day. Then the weekend off stole her momentum. After this weekend, after dinner and concerts and Mardi Gras and guitars, she'd refound her resolve. When she'd arrived at work yesterday at 7:30, her attitude was steadfast and her mind was set razor sharp. There was little room for error-- this week and next and possibly over the next month an a half. She had some hard core roles and a mountain of delegated responsibilities to work through with less help than ever before.
It was time to make some life adjustments. It was time to decide what she wanted and to truly go after it. The weakness in her body today only encouraged her more to take the steps necessary to make sure it never happened again.
It's good that she has a sounding board. It's good to be on the same page again after several nights of judging and feeling judged.
She sat in the hot tub at the gym and drank her protein shake and verbalized these thoughts and she knew they would become her reality soon.
She smiled, laughed, plotted her future and let the water ease her tired body. It was good to be back.
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