i love my life.

I body pumped today. I wanted a challenge {my first mistake} so I added more weights to my bar {dummy} and I told myself before the class that I would push through the pain no matter how many near death experiences I experienced. I made myself pinky promise I wouldn't quit; because I don't want to have a heart attack.

I must hurt my body to save my body.

And so it began. the hour of slow muscle pumping torture.

I thought maybe I might be able to forgive myself for quitting when I saw the blinding light and knew if I squatted one more squat I wouldn't come up...but then I thought of Maya from Project Runway and remembered how I mumbled under my breath at her {because I would never yell at a tv. duh.} You can't quit!! You're so close! You're doing so well, don't throw it all away now just because you think you might die! Nooo Mayaaa, Noooo!!!!!

You find inspiration in the most unpexected.

So I paralleled my little life with that of Maya's career, and I persevered. And almost threw up. That's the sign of a good workout.

And now I can't lift my arms over my head and it's not even tomorrow.

But all is well because after the class I wobbled my way into Hobby Lobby and found these on clearance for 30 cents a piece:

So I bought a few boxes.

You know, one for each pain in the body pump.

I feel much better.