I am not sure of an actual time that I felt genuinely proud of myself.
Though that may sound horribly sad, I think that because of that it makes me appreciate the feeling that much more!
Friday was a rough class, I pushed myself. Again, I pushed myself. I have become fairly dependent on Rocky and Dawana encouraging me when I looked and felt defeated by the day, by the workout. But I had to do it alone.
It started off poorly as I failed to leave work in a timely manner to arrive to class on time. But I asked what I missed and caught up with the sweating part. LOL Honestly, I spent most of Friday dreading and worrying that the workout would be horrible because I was alone.
So as the workout progressed, I tried heavier weights, I tried less water breaks, I tried not watching the clock. I didn’t die. I didn’t faint, I wasn’t behind, I was doing it.
Me. I was doing it. I was keeping up. I was pushing. I was getting it. I was proud of myself.
I am proud of me. ❤