I think I’m so badass.
I went to Miss Fit’s Walk in the Park bootcamp this Sunday upon a reccommendation of one of my running peeps. Hundreds–HUNDREDS–of pushups and THOUSANDS upon THOUSANDS of squats later, I was feeling pretty great Sunday. I knew I was pushing it–and probably showing off–but I made it through. Awesome, right?
Then later in the day, I felt a twinge of tightening in my quads and inner thigh. No big deal, right?
It’s Tuesday. I can still barely move. Yesterday was dreadful.
I am also feeling supremely guilty–running with my group this am, we came to a turn with the same old question–go left and run 45 minutes, or right and only 35. I was the deciding vote for 35.
I could have made it. I hope the guilt I feel right now carries itself into our next run and I follow my brand-new, just-this-morning proclaimed commandment of “Thou shall not wuss out.”