Nothing is more challenging than Hurricane sprint days. Nothing.
Today was a struggle to even get to the gym. I knew what was coming and I didn’t want any part of it.
My brain was giving me excuse after excuse to see if one would stick and stop my body from making the terrible, terrible mistake of running on a goddamned treadmill for 25 seconds in a full-out sprint.
But I did it anyway. And while I’m proud of the fact I went in and got it done, I can honestly say that I fucking hate this workout.
Let me repeat:
I. Fucking. Hate. This. Workout.
It’s 20 minutes of insanity that takes me at least 2 hours to recover from and I feel very, very sorry for you if you plan on ever trying this out for yourself.
Other highlights from day 16
- I don’t even care. I’m going to bed.