Personal Accomplishment: A Story

After my workout, I emailed my trainer with this:

A story:

 
I got my WOD from my trainer on a Thursday morning. It consisted of ten 100-meter sprints. When I opened the email, I thought to myself, "Oh no. My trainer is trying to kill me." But I worked up a sweat during my warm-ups and told myself to just suck it up and do it anyway. If you try hard enough, you can finish your workout before you finish downloading that new episode of Supernatural that you’ve been waiting all week to see. And if you really pump it out, you can even watch it before you have to go to work. 
 
So I sucked it up, told myself that sprinting wouldn’t kill me, and did the sprints anyway. On my third sprint, I must have had really bad form, because it really, really hurt my chest. I almost stopped completely because it hurt so much. But then I told myself that I hadn’t been leading with my hips like I should have been, so I tried again. And when I lead with my hips, it doesn’t hurt. So I kept going. 
 
I was so tired by the time I finished my ninth sprint that I almost gave up again. But then my mailman came by and asked me what I was doing. After I told him, he told me that I couldn’t give up when I only had one left. So with his encouragement, I finished my last one. There was much rejoicing when I reached the end of the street for the tenth and final time. My last one was my best time. 25.34 seconds. Compared to my first sprint of 25.77 seconds. 
 
I then returned to the homestead and emailed my trainer with a wonderfully composed tale of personal achievement and accomplishment. 
 
THE END
 
ALW