The TYNA Reset – Week 9: Burpees, Bad Hair Days & Bravery

Right. So I missed a week. Not the workouts, just the writing. And honestly? That says everything about where I’m at.

This week, I rediscovered a few brutal truths:

1. Burpees are evil.

2. You can cry and plank at the same time.

3. Gym mirrors are not our friends.

But let me rewind.

I walked into Monday’s class like a woman on a mission. On. Ponytail? Strong. Spirit? Questionable. The WOD (that’s “Workout of the Day” for the uninitiated) included forty burpees. FORTY. I swear my soul left my body at 17.

Somewhere between burpee 22 and a very questionable kettlebell swing, I remembered why I started this journey. Not to shrink. Not to punish my body. But to get strong again. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. All of it.

And weirdly, I felt proud. Not because I smashed it (I didn’t), but because I didn’t quit.

Midweek, my sports bra tried to assassinate me during a set of jump squats. I launched into a dramatic monologue about boob betrayal. My gym mate cried laughing. We’re calling it supportive sabotage now.

Then came Hair-Wash Thursday. I stood under the shower thinking, “Why am I like this?” My body ached. My hair looked like a bird’s nest. I’d shouted at my kid for hiding the oat milk again. I wanted to stay in bed forever.

But I didn’t.

Because Week 9 me is different.

She’s not chasing perfection. She’s chasing consistency. Showing up. Laughing mid-fail. Taking selfies with sweat in her bra.

So here’s to all of us who fall off track, miss a week, forget to journal, but keep moving anyway.

Week 10, I see you. I’ve got burpee PTSD, but I’m still game.

Catch you next week; The woman with sore glutes and big dreams