First off, that little girl is cute, I'm loving her yellow jacket =)
This is true, for me. When I'm doing Plyocide in my living room, hands on my hips, catching my breath, I feel like an Olympic athlete. Working really really hard physically is so satisfying in a way that not much else is.
When I'm shaking out my arms after pushups, I feel like Michael Phelps (or Daria Torres, I guess), prepping for the big race. When I finish a tough workout, I feel like bouncing around the house, high knee tucks.
This, this is the feeling that keeps me coming back for more. Who cares what you actually look like? It's about your feeling, your experience, your motivation.
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