This week has been an extremely unremarkable one. While it is always nice when nothing particularly ‘bad’ happens, I hate it when I can’t think back and pick out even one shining moment. It hasn’t helped that every day has been bleak and dreary; the only variety in the weather lately has been how much it rains each day.
Every morning when my alarm goes off, I listen to hear if rain is pinging off the metal shutters that roll down over the bedroom window, and then I give myself a pep talk extolling the virtues of getting out of bed. The pep talk is usually ineffective and I have to resort to threatening myself with the possibility of having to cut Jack’s walk short and having him be bored all day.
When I finally am able to crawl out from under the warmth of the covers and sixty-seven pounds of combined cat and dog bodies, my reward is to suit up in layers of down and waterproof nylon, a reflective belt and a headlamp to start my walk with Jack. He is also usually cranky about leaving his warm bed to be dragged out into the elements, but he perks up along the way. I try to as well, but it is hard to get pumped-up about another bleak, sunless day full of errands, work, and responsibilities!
As you can imagine, my lethargic lack of motivation has followed me into the gym this week. I usually pull into the parking lot with a hint of excited anticipation, but recently I have felt only dread, and I don’t think I am alone in this feeling. There are a few faces I regularly see who have been absent and the twice weekly Body Pump class has dwindled to just a handful of dedicated attendees. Week Ten follows the same intense schedule as Week Nine, and I started off excited about my new sneakers and ready to go. The sneakers were, actually, part of my problem. You see, on Monday, the first day that I ran on the treadmill with my new kicks, I went a little crazy.
My feet felt GREAT and I had downloaded a new running playlist to my iPod, and one thing led to another and before I knew it, my run was over and I had gone farther and faster than ever before. I was soaked in sweat, but I felt like I had just won an Olympic gold medal; imagine, me enjoying RUNNING??!! Despite my post-workout stretching, the next day I felt as opposite from winning a gold medal as a gal can feel. I was stiff. I was achy. My ankle hurt. I thought I would maybe loosen up as I ran again, but to no avail.
For the rest of the week, I used the elliptical as my cardio in an effort to give my ankle a break, and I’m hoping tomorrow’s rest day will also help. Although I felt bogged down by the grey skies and the consequences of my over-enthusiasm, I did have a few small accomplishments: I completed all thirty of the required burpees and all of the long jumps that I had opted out of last week. Small victories, but “go me!” anyway. Also, I got some comliments on my bright pink sneaks, and (I can’t believe I almost forgot about this one, this actually was the biggest shining moment of the week!), in the locker room yesterday, a woman asked me if I was “also doing CrossFit at the ‘other’ gym” (we have two gyms available to us, one shiny, new and equipped with a CrossFit area, and the other well-worn and equipped with a retro raquetball court).
Needless to say, I was very flattered that she thought I Iooked like someone who did CrossFit, but alas, it is not really my thing. I did let her know about Jamie’s LiveFit trainer and gave her the website, so I think it was a win for us both. Now that I remember the compliment, I must retract my earlier statement that nothing monumentous happened this week. Being mistaken as someone who looks like they do CrossFit is a great testament to the wonders of the LiveFit program; at this time last year, I could have been confused with someone who maybe won a pie eating contest, but not someone who is at the top of the Fitness Freak foodchain.
It was that compliment that cheered me a little and put into perspective that not being able to run until my heart explodes on the treadmill is not the end of the world. I am looking forward to the coming weeks (the final countdoo-o-o-wwwwn!) and the change of pace that is in store. Something I have learned from this experience is that variety is not only the spice of life in dating (my Granny told me that long ago!), but also in exercising. I hope you have been avoiding the early winter ‘blahs’, they are contagious, watch out!