6 consecutive days of working out – done and done! I can’t remember the last time I went to the gym 6 times in one month, let alone in one week. Hubby and I each worked out for 3 hours this week, which is like the entirety of The Irishman. There were so many opportunities to say no or give-up and return to our lazy ways, but we didn’t. We stayed the course and we couldn’t be prouder of ourselves.
Yes, there’s still 3 more weeks to go of this challenge. Yes, we plan on continuing to work out more consistently well after the 30 days are over. And yes, one week in the scheme of things isn’t that long. But we’re patting ourselves on the back because this is the furthest we’ve gotten to committing to a routine! Furthest I’ve ever gotten anyway (hubby likes to point out that when he took up running last summer, he ran 6 x week).
Hubby and I may not be the fastest or have the best posture or stamina, but we sure do feel a sense of accomplishment.
