20 minutes removed from my first workout. My legs are jello, my lungs burn, and I'm still sweating a little even though I've rinsed off in the shower.
It feels like success.
Seriously. I was almost discouraged by the cold in the basement. I was almost discouraged by the fact that my legs hurt mere moments into my warm up walk. But I made myself keep going, and I am proud. For the first time in probably years, I set out to work out and I actually did it. It's these little successes I know I am going to need early on in order to keep myself going.
Here's hoping the pain of tomorrow and the following day don't put a dent in my plans to keep this up!