Whew! What possessed me?

I had a hot date last night with Marco, George, Brad, Matt and a few other funny characters so I missed my Friday workout. The date went well. We talked, we laughed, we snacked, we drank. I came home with Marco of course but I really hope to meet up with the other guys again sometime soon... I'm all for Ocean's 14. Who's with me?

Since my weight really hasn't changed much since end of March and I just can't stand to post anymore weigh-in's with the same stinkin numbers I wanted to make up for my missed work out. Plus I got some new workout shoes and I was eager to try them out!

Marco had to work so I went to the gym alone. There was about 11 people there so I pretty much had the place to myself. I don't know why it happens this way but I always tend to push myself harder when I'm at the gym by myself.

I lifted my weights. They were heavy and I'm sure I'll be paying for it tomorrow but it felt great while I was doing it. I think I may have embarrassed one poor guy as I had to ask him if he was done using the ten kilo weights so I could do the exact same exercise he was doing. Let's face it... no man wants to see a woman (no matter how un-small I am) lifting the same weights he is using. I ended up finding another set of the same weight so he didn't have to give me his but out of the corner of my eye I saw him grab a heavier set to finish out his reps. What an ego.

I was already pretty sweaty by time I finished all my sets and began the cardio. I was feeling really good.

As usual with new shoes... my feet were on fire. I have super wide feet (not W for wide, not WW for double wide, but E for eek! those are some big ole feet) so until new shoes get stretched out some I get to hobble around with half numb, squashed, burning tootsies.

The elliptical machine also has the tendency to set my feet on fire so it was double trouble today. I unlaced my shoes to let the blood circulate and hopped on. I knew I was only going to be able to do 20 minutes before my feet were really killing me so I set my intensity higher to make sure those 20 minutes counted.

After finishing my 20 minutes there, I started the treadmill. Since I try to do 30-40 minutes of cardio with each workout I still had some time to make up. I set it for 20 minutes to make my workout 40 minutes in total. I walk at a face pace and a steep incline to make sure my heart rate stays nice and high.

I don't know if it was the songs on my Ipod or the thoughts in my head, maybe a combination of the two, but something made those 20 minutes fly by like nothing. I was sweating profusely but I felt great. I decided to keep on going so I added another five minutes to my time as Justin Timberlake kept me company.

Those 5 minutes stretched into another 5 and then another 5 and then another 5. I was unstoppable! I don't know where I was getting this energy from but I figured if I had it I may as well use it.

I ended up stretching my 30-40 minute cardio session into a full hour just because I wanted to and it felt awesome. That NEVER happens! I never want to do cardio LONGER. In fact I have to make dirty deals with myself just to make myself do 30 minutes most the time. Not only was I working out longer but I found myself actually smiling. There I was purple faced, sweat dripping off every surface of my body, panting with a stupid grin plastered on my face. What a goofball!

It gets worse (or better) I actually danced off of the treadmill with my head bobbin to go get a towel to wipe the equipment off. I had an actual skip in my step. Who was this woman?

I don't know why today's workout felt so good. I don't know why I magically wanted to keep on keepin on. I have not one single clue as to why today felt as good as it did but it did feel really good.

I'm going to go back tomorrow for my usual Sunday workout. I hope the magic workout fairies join me once again.