That was in early October; it all fell apart after that. We went to Disney. It was Halloween. It got cold. It was the holidays. It was even more cold. It snowed for 439 days in a row (at least it felt that way) All excuses, I know. But they were excuses I was willing to accept. I was sporadically doing the Jillian Michaels 30 day shred, but I wasn't being as consistent as I should have been.
Spring was finally just around the corner, and a friend asked me to run a 5K with her. Not just any 5K (because if it had been just any old 5K I would have immediately told her no, there was no way I'd be ready)...but this dear friend has watched her dad battle leukemia for over a year. She has been by his side for multiple hospital stays, testing, treatments, and transfusions. There were times when she was going through that when I felt helpless..I would do what I could, I'd drop off food, take her daughter for a few hours so that she could go to the hospital...but I always felt like I wanted to do more. So this 5K that was for leukemia? That I could do.
I ran it. It wasn't pretty since I literally had not run since October, but I did it in 38 minutes. But I knew after running it, I wanted to do something else. I needed to try something new, something more structured. I know myself all too well, and it's way too easy for me to make excuses to not keep up with running.
So I finally took the plunge and signed up for a fitness class through work; it's called total body fusion and it meets 2 days as week for 50 minutes each class. It works for me for two reasons: #1, I paid for it (really reasonable, but still) so I'm more inspired to go to get my money's worth out of it. #2 - it's in the middle of the day, not during my "home" time. The home thing was a big part of it for me before, I felt guilty (even though I shouldn't) for going out to run when I was at home with the boys. After being away from them all day, the guilt was eating away at me when I would leave them again to go do something for myself. But doing something during my lunch hour eases that guilt right up!
I don't love the class, and I think I just have to accept the fact that I will never love any type of workout. I think that was another issue for me; I keep waiting to have that "a-ha!" moment that other people seem to have...the one where they find something that clicks for them and they look forward to it, and crave it when they can't do it. I'm not going to lie...I hate every minute of being in that class. I hate the sweating, I hate the tiredness, I hate hauling myself there when frankly, I would rather take a leisurely lunch break to myself. But, I will do it because what I don't hate is knowing that I am helping myself, and through that, helping my family in the long run.
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