From a young age, we are taught to count sheep, lunch money, and among other things, that we have ten fingers and ten toes.
My favorite use of numbers was always during snack time. Before I understood the minus sign, I actually thought the only way to count was up. It makes sense since we are taught to add before anything else. (Well, at least in Catholic school) The day I learned to minus was the day one of my snack partners stole my snack cookies. It was all hells bells from there. (Clearly this is what spawned my territoriality over sweets.)
Now that I know my multiplication, division, adding, and subtracting rules of life, things are easier to deal with. Since I usually am very proactive about counting all of my reps when it comes to my workouts, I decided to switch it up this week. To be honest, math isn’t my forte and I’d rather write a novel than perform quadratic equations or budget how much money I should save for this week’s groceries. (SNOOZEFEST!)
Last night I was drained from hanging with Mr. Sun all day and chose to go the non-Type A route with my workout….by NOT COUNTING MY REPS! I basically did reps until I “felt the burn” and then moved onto another machine.
I warmed up on the treadmill (I really am developing a growing distaste for that thing) and then headed to the weights section.
“Countless” Reps on these machines:
Notice I said countless reps, but not POINTLESS. This workout actually felt more effective than a workout that I would’ve done with actual counted repetitions. The sweat was pouring off of me after!
Do you ever get tired of counting your reps? Do you have any suggestions as to how to make it through it?
Peace, love, and feeling the burn!