I feel accomplished. I really do, it’s amazing. Yesterday after my 10 hours of class I went to the gym. I did 30 minutes of cardio on the dreadmill on a 2.0 incline between 4.9 and 5.6 mph.
Then I squatted, I hate free lifting in my campus gym because it’s full of meatheads and baseball players who look at a female lifter like an animal in a zoo. But a lot of my male friends were there and it was super supportive and I even asked a friend of a friend for help with my form. I didn’t break any records just 3x10 with 65 lbs (the bar and a 10 lb weight on each side) but I am sore today.
THEN after I went climbing and I knocked out 2 v2s and finished a v1 that I usually struggle with. I have a new motivation, if I don’t at least try to reach the next hold I have to do 5 pushups. I didn’t do any pushups last night and I accomplished a lot more than I have been doing usually.
I’m proud of myself and now I’m sitting in the historical society looking at a huge stack of books for my thesis.