Missing fitness

Today was the first day in a long time that I pushed myself to my limits with HIIT.

My BPM was 190+, and I felt my lungs ache with the lack of use. But I did not feel that mental distress of being over my limits. Instead, I welcomed the signs that I was able to once again exercise to the point where I grow stronger.

How I have managed with my injuries is somewhat beyond me. But manage I have, and although I am far from even 20% of my fitness, I am moving in the right direction.

And the achievement! The feeling of mastering the workout I had chosen stays with me even now. While I am aware of the distance I must travel before I regain even half the fitness I had before, I am able to focus and revel in the recent success of a workout achieved. And next time? A little bit more.

I look forwards to twenty one days of exercise, so my good habits may form once again.