Tonight I learned 1) life is a growth opportunity, 2) what a “speed bag” is (and it’s definitely not what I thought it was!), 3) when someone asks if you have ever chopped wood, hands you a sledgehammer, and says “hit that tractor tire as hard as you can until I tell you to stop”, immediately claim a stress injury, 4) you actually CAN do one more rep, 5) you will not actually sweat to death, 6) I feel slightly badass when I put on boxing gloves, 7) low hurdles are still hurdles but you can jump over them even when you think you don’t have anything left to give, 8) apparently my preference for Cheetos, Mountain Dew and Twizzlers does not qualify as a”good nutritional choice”, 9) leaving it “all on the mat” can lead to a chaotic drive home, and, 10) that this will not actually kill me.
Last night, in an unexpected turn of events, I got about 4 hours of sleep. Stress dreams led to stress dreamlessness leading to the cats being disturbed enough to repeatedly bite my nose (still not sure of the connection but Tucker really got into it!) leading to some tossing of pillows and pacing in the kitchen…all before 4 am. I did that “I’m not actually sleeping” and “I’m bitter I’m not sleeping” combination thing until about 7am when I remembered that I actually had to go to work…you get the idea.
I considered canceling my training session. I was exhausted. And crabby. I actually had a million and one reasons not to go. But I did…I expected to get away with giving 74% but my trainer had other ideas. We boxed. And by boxed I mean I alternated between hitting a bag and chasing him through the gym where he would suddenly turn at which point my already sleep deprived brain had to decide whether to jab one time or repeatedly with the left or right hand or kick him…I own it that totally just wanted to kick him every time. He handed me a sledgehammer and I hit a tire. So many times. I am now basically a lumberjack. I jumped repeatedly over a hurdle that seemed twenty feet tall. Breathless. Sweaty. Tired. I secretly pondered if I could use “exercise high” as a reason to get away with murdering him. There were ropes. Heavy ropes that you have to beat against the floor. One at a time. Two at a time. Apparently, if you do it right…who am I kidding? I never got it right. I learned what a squat was. And a squat with weights is simply a way for me to fast track to death. At one point, I unexpected sat down. Not because I wanted to sit. No. My legs simply decided that enough was enough. They refused to work. And then the lunges. OMG. The lunges. And then…I had to to 30 additional minutes of cardio.
Life is hard. Today was hard. I didn’t have much hope and faith and all the shiny happy things. But today I remembered what it felt like to be proud of myself. I felt my body as powerful. Exhausted but changing. Growing and becoming. For the first time in a long time…I felt alive. And now…even while it hurts to breathe and every muscle in my body is screaming, I feel strong. Today didn’t kill me. And that in and of itself is the win. I have indeed lived to fight another day.