Stairs. So many stairs in my house. Every step I take, I cringe while my muscles scream at me. I try to walk without bending my knees in an attempt to minimize the pain. I think about my love/hate relationship with soreness. Last night, T told us he was going to make us cry after class with conditioning. We all laughed nervously.
Before the
After more running and jumping, handstands, and more running and jumping, the fun came to end and the conditioning began. The challenge? Push a weighted sled down the room and back, broad jump down the room, broad jump backwards back to where you started. Oh and if it wasn't your turn, you were holding a wall sit. I think there were seven of us, and we were allowed 10-second rests in between each person's turn.
I went second-to-last so I had already been holding a wall sit for a bit by the time it was my turn. My legs were actually shaking towards the end of the sitting. I stepped up to the sled and got ready. Everyone "sat" in their wall sit and I began pushing. I made it to the other end and turned around to push back, but this time it was at a different angle and I had trouble at the beginning. I finally started getting some speed and I was almost at the end when the sled caught and wouldn't go over one of the mats. M@&#^F*@%#^! I pushed and pushed but it wouldn't budge. Weakness was tapping me on the shoulder and laughing at me as I was cursing the sled and trying not to collapse. Finally, I managed to lift it off the crack in the mats and went back to pushing it the last few squares to the end.
I stood up, panting, and wanted to cry as I started to jump. I kept screaming/whimpering I can't feel my legs! while everyone in their wall-sit was cheering me on/begging me to continue so they could rest. Trying to ignore the pain and force my muscles to function, I made it there and back, jumping forwards then backwards to the finish line. One more wall-sit as the last person went and we were done. Somehow I managed not to fall over before fitting in a nice, long stretch and heading home.
As painful as that was, I'm always thankful for T's intense sessions because it pushes me more than I usually push myself. And even though I want to die at the time, later on when I'm resting I always think to myself I could've pushed a little harder. I'm going to do better next time.
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