Friday, July 23, 2010
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Ladies... (and guys)... get over the fear, the reservation, the hesitation, and JUST TRY! Put one foot in front of the other and get out of your own way. Push, dammit! :)
Not sure what it was about yesterday, but I just could not get enough exercise.
I was sore from the killer kickboxing cardio class at LA Fitness (Northridge and Van Nuys) that I took earlier in the week, so I grabbed my gym clothes and stretched at lunch in the work-gym for an hour. It felt out of sync not to go out to lunch. It was interesting how even such a small deviance from every day activities felt so energizing. It made such a difference for the rest of the day, as I was less sore than usual.
After work, I headed for the gym. I knew I wanted to take the Spin class (see other posts- it's my Everest), and ATTEMPT 30 long minutes of Zumba. I was early in arriving at the gym... hmmm... what to do...
I jumped rope for 15 minutes as a warm up (7 minutes total jumping... I'm not crazy- fit). I think I got a look of resentment or two from the others waiting for class to start... not sure why. Maybe the rope skipping was annoying? Ah—who cares what they think… this is about me.
Class started and I was already sweating profusely. I managed to muscle through Spin class, clinging for life and having one hell of a mental battle to stay on the damn bike and not quit. 47 minutes left.... "Stay with it"....35 minutes left...."I hate this"... 27..."&*^^%#$%##!!" ...23... 17... You get the idea.
But then, I got "the kick" right at the end of Spin. When Zumba started, my muscles were saying NO, but my energy level "said go for it." Zumba, if you've never taken it, it basically as shake-your-ass kind of class. If you can get past the mental part that people might see you shake a tail feather, then you'll love it. It’s not exercise, it’s DANCE, baby!
So, that finished and I was a walking waterfall of salt water. On the drive home and reflected that I had 2 hours, 15 minutes of exercise and 35 minutes of stretching.
That's a personal record for me, and a testament that I really CAN do more than I think I can. I just have to try. Right now, I don't care about the scale, what I ate yesterday, or even my measurements. I'm just going to bathe in my accomplishment from yesterday. I did have to go to bed at 9 pm yesterday.
So... ladies (and guys)... get over the fear, the reservation, the hesitation, and JUST TRY!