Performing 200 rep backward lunge to front kicks were ultimate. I knew my excitement for the challenge wouldn’t disappoint.
Today is the second day of the DOMS and I have to say it feels beautiful. Sure, I do, have a love/hate relationship for the bountiful soreness that reminds me of the damage I’ve done to my body. But those are few and far in between.
With every step I take I feel my aura grimace and my subconscious sneer. When I actually take a 40 degree step up or down the staircase I could almost sense and visualize my muscles breaking like splitting hair and tight fibers.
I feel victorious in my battle over a long stretch of a 45 minute leg action session. No tears. Just sweat. Sweat on my neck, my arms and palms. Just focus. Some pain. A little burn. With each rep I had a mental precision as if I were performing in an auditorium full of elites. Nothing could deter me. Nothing!
And this is why I get physical. Why I train wholeheartedly. Why I show my body who’s the boss. I control my mind state! I structure, develop and sculpt my muscles and my curves! I enhance all that’s been given to me through genetics. I’m selfish. I take everything and I run with this training life! I live! I’m strong! I’m devoted to the feeling of being empowered.
In other words, I’m addicted to myself.