Week 3, Day 3: Holy Cow!

Today was the first day I seriously thought about skipping Tabata.

After a crazy night of thunderstorms, which scared me as much as it did my 2 year old and the dog, I was in no mood to get up when the alarm went off at 6 a.m. So I didn't.

Then I woke up in a panic and looked at the clock. 6:18. The gym is only 2 minutes away so technically I could make it, if I could get out of bed. I rolled over and closed my eyes.

And then Melanie's face appeared before me, hovering in a spooky way with that look of disappointment and thought of "you're only hurting yourself." So I rushed out a bed, grabbed a handful of almonds and got on my bike just in time for the torture to begin.

And her 'promise' from yesterday to give us three rounds of sprints came true. The first two were fine; we are all strong by now. But that third one, yikes. We started at level 9 and increased a level with each sprint until we hit level 15. And then we collapsed on our bikes.

As Melanie said though, three weeks ago we couldn't have pushed through a level 15, even for one sprint, and now we have.

Tomorrow will be our fourth day in a row this week. I'm going to need a nap....