Ok, so I will not be journaling every single day of fitness boot camp (FBC). (or at least I don't intend to). I did get a ton of questions yesterday about how it went though, so I did want to talk about how today was versus day 1. I have to admit I felt so sore and about half sick all day yesterday just recovering and wondering what today would have in store...
Since Saturday was so rough on me, the co-trainer asked that I come in a half hour early this morning before the other ladies arrived (5:15 am). I was nervous about this, thinking that if they wore me out in that first half hour, how on earth would I survive the regular hour of training!?
Well...tears were shed, I spent time gagging over the toilet, but I came back out and did my best. I can't say it was pretty, or that it felt good, or that I enjoyed it for one second, but I am "pressing toward the mark. Forgetting what is behind (the old me), and reaching for the goal (transformation & health)".
There were times that grunts & groans came out of my mouth that I was not expecting or intending. I had to lay all dignity aside and just do the task at hand. I can't image how I will survive tomorrow morning, but I don't have to worry about that right now.
Right now, looking in the mirror, I see a weary, overweight young woman. This is the last time I will ever see this image. I am changing, transforming, becoming the temple God intended me to be. Now at 7:15 am, the hardest part of my day is done. I can rest, recover and plug into God's promises of strength, joy & courage throughout the day in preparation for what is to come.