Kung Fu And You

Tonight I'm going back to Montae Saddler's Kung Fu class at the YMCA in Buffalo. I'm sore, feeling weak in every muscle, and ready to go in for some more.

It's funny, I didn't realize that I do have stomach muscles until they started hurting yesterday, in response to my Monday workout.

We didn't win the lottery today. Unfortunate.

This post has been very random, and brought to you by the letter green.

End Transmission.

I Burn

I didn't think I pushed myself hard enough, in after-thought. Sure, I had been shaking, sweating, and breathing so hard that I was having difficulty drinking the water, but after-thought is a bitch.

I left the building, feeling slightly down about myself, and about what I had/hadn't done. My legs weren't as sore as I thought they should be; neither were my arms. My stomach? Well, it was still sore from Monday, so it didn't count.

Upon arriving home and having a sumptuous dinner (cooked by my loving girlfriend Maria) I told Maria that I felt like I sort of let myself down.

Then I stood up.

Nearly screaming in pain, I sat back down. My muscles told my brain that maybe, just maybe, I had overdone it a little, and they were going to enact a little revenge.

I'm still looking at everything I did tonight and thinking that I probably stopped too quickly, stopped before really reaching my peak, but my body says otherwise.

Do other people do this to themselves? Beat themselves up over things that are semi-obviously false? What have you berated yourself for that you shouldn't have?