After several months of not consistently working out or lifting weights, basically only doing some cardio and not even regularly, I made it back to the gym today. (That's 2 days in a row; I can't remember the last time I did that.) And today, I lifted. Not as heavy as I'd been lifting before, but heavy enough.
Except, it wasn't enough.
I kept pushing and adding weights until I realized I have to walk tomorrow and deal with school and tiny desks and giant backpacks and homework and ... yeah ... um. Dumb.
I did stop way before I hit my personal records for weights, and I'm sure it looked like I was wimping out. But man, I was feeling it before I hobbled out of the gym. I'm feeling it more now, even after an epsom salt bath. But it is a good hurt!
Here's the thing: I don't really get a runner's high from cardio. I realized today, I get high from lifting. I LOVE IT. Add more weight, do another set, keep going. It is what I enjoy the most when it comes to formal exercise.
I hope I get some sleep tonight so I can be at the gym at 5 tomorrow to do HIIT again before classes.
Speaking of classes ... I need to find a play to watch this weekend. *bad word* Since our whole family was sick, I missed opportune moments and have a paper due next week for my theater class. Wheee. I also have 3 exams next week, so that's going to be way too much fun! There's a meme going around facebook about how every week feels like finals week in nursing school. It's more like every other week at this point, but I'm only on week 6 or 7 ... so ... we'll see how things pan out.
Must get some rest tonight.