It’s crazy how cancer is actually pushing me to do things I never thought I was capable of.
This morning, I woke up with a sore throat, stuffy nose and just feeling generally ICK.
Not today Satan.
I didn't want to miss my 5:30am workout.
Today was a 'benchmark workout' which essentially means a specific workout routine that is repeated over various intervals to measure fitness progress.
I had never completed this benchmark.
Grace = 30 clean and jerks at 95# as fast as possible.
I decided I wanted to get myself in the top three on the record board (at least before the other classes).
I accomplished that. I remained there through one class (HA) - then was knocked off by a matter of seconds. BUT I still moonlighted on it. I don't typically earn a spot on those boards - so this was a BIG win for me.
I then hit a strength workout, completing reps at a higher weight than I anticipated I would be able to do - especially after a benchmark workout.
I rode the high of that workout throughout the day.
I wore my fav new Eagles sweatshirt with rhinestone stars on the sleeve coupled with my fancy silver leather boots from Paris - I was feeling myself 😍😁 and I had a GREAT DAY, cancer and all.
Some of my students even commented, "How are you like this? Like how are you not sad or upset?"
What choice do I have? Life goes on, boobies or not!
So cancer, you may be there and you may trying to take me down, but you f*cked with the wrong B.
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