It never fails that the week insomnia hits me hard is the week I decide my workout needs to have strength training added back in and the intensity on the hamster wheel upped. This evening as I thought my already tired legs wouldn't make the increased elliptical resistance while still maintaining pace, I remembered something I used when I was training for my first Komen 3-Day and then later the Avon 2-Day: take everything five minutes at a time. I convince myself I only have to do five minutes at that speed, that resistance, the gym... and then I let my competitive nature take over: Can I do 10? 20? 90?
Five seems to be my magic number. As those who know me well enough to have to on occasion listen to my workout chatter, I hate strength training. I know I should do it and every week I have the very best of intentions to incorporate it back into the schedule. So, when on Tuesday I was trying to move a rolling office chair about three feet (via the wheelies) and discovered that much like the glass door that gives me a challenge at times, the effort was surprising. It was then I vowed strength twice a week: Tuesday and Thursdays. And I did it this week... five muscle groups at a time.
And now it is Thursday night, I am tired, sore and ravenous--having forgotten that strength training will boost the metabolism and not sleeping makes me have no desire to eat; I'm hungry with no appetite. I've been up since 4 a.m. when my Benedryl-induced sleep wore off and can tell as I sit here, sleep is far off once again this evening even though I am ready to go in my old Super Girl pjs. But, I'm thinking this too shall pass, five minutes at a time.
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