Yesterday, as penance for my bad behaviour last week, I did my most hated workout. It's a toughy, consisting of a lot of football drills that have been modified to make them more difficult. It's effective, but it makes my head spin. When I started adding this workout to my rotation, I would be on the verge of barfing by the halfway point. I can get through it now, without feeling like I'm going to puke; so that's an improvement.
Today, as a reward for doing my most hated workout, I did my favourite workout, kickboxing. I have a bunch of kickboxing DVDs and I, pretty much, love them all. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can punch an invisible target like I can. I really nail that imaginary mugger. I nail him every time. I've kicked his head off a bunch of times too.
There's nothing like knowing I can win a fight...even if it's all in my head.