I just got home from Zumba class. My arms are tired. It is a good kind of tired. Beth encouraged us tonight to do as many regular pushups as we could before we switched to girls' pushups (meaning on your knees). Well, I didn't think I needed to do girl pushups, so I stayed up the whole time, again and again. She would break it up with lunges and curls, and then we would go back to pushups. I was determined I was not going to do girl pushups, but I was starting to think my lofty goal was a little foolish by the time she had us do the last set of pushups. Still, I am glad I could do it; the girl pushups just didn't feel right.
Not that there is anything wrong with girl pushups.
I am grateful that my sister Kd encouraged me months ago to start going to step aerobics with her. I had quit my regular running routine when I started working full time for Britt, and even after we cut back my hours, I hadn't found my way back into it. I needed it. More than I can say I needed it. When I was dealing with postpartum depression after Olivia was born, the Prozac was nice, but the running was what really healed my hurting soul. Listening to "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" while I ran probably helped too. I think it is great to laugh while exercising.
Just not while you are trying to do pushups, whether they are the girl kind or not.
I like working out hard--I usually go in the morning--spending a productive day and then falling into bed fast asleep. I find I sleep better, I worry less, and usually I don't dread waking up in the morning. As much as I would like to just stay in bed sometimes, I know it is good for me to get out there and get healthy. I like being tired in a healthy way.
Yay for exercise!