Monday at work I developed a plan. I had been planning on a double workout – one before work, one after – but skipped my morning walk/run in favor of some extra sleep. At work I started trying to figure out how I could fit in a run and weights, and finally decided the only option was to go to the 5:30 BodyPump class at the gym by my work. Since I leave work at 4:15 every day this would give me enough time to get in my run and then set up my station for Pump.
The schedule was a little tight, so it meant I had to leave right on time and not meander around the gym at all. I was pretty amped up about it – I’m a BodyPump lover, but haven’t been in almost a year. I stopped going to Pump once I started heavily marathon training because I didn’t want to deal with super sore legs, and then I suffered the never-ending injury that basically sidelined me from anything hard (or fun).
Well, now that I’m on the rebound I decided I’d give Pump a go again and just go easy on my lower body weights. Everything was fine and dandy, right up until about 3:45 when I started second-guessing if I should go or not.
I mean, did I really want to go to a class where I was going to be half-assing everything? And what if people judged me? And what if it wasn’t the best idea, I mean my knee can be kind of unpredictable and all…. and I’d really rather run outside then on the treadmill…
You can see where that’s going. In a 15 minute span I managed to convince myself that I didn’t need to go to Pump and that I’d be OK just running. Never mind the fact that I KNEW I’d regret it as soon as I got home.
So I texted Britt, who told me firmly to go.
I changed after work and drove to the gym, still hesitant about actually attending the class. Once I started walking on the treadmill I texted Sean and told him I was nervous about going and to tell me to stop being a wuss. He told me to man up and go, and that he was lifting at home so I had better not show up without going to that class first. I kinda laughed, got over myself, walked/ran, and then timidly walked into the class.
And guess what. No one cared that I wasn’t lifting heavy on lower body, my knee held up just fine, and I was SO HAPPY I went.
Go figure, right?
Please tell me this happens to you too and I’m the only crazy person that gets into their own head.
This is my downfall… It’s sorta happened with me and marathon training for a bit already, but I think I got over it. I had been skipping some runs and last night came so close to skipping but I’m so glad I didn’t. It was a good run.
Sometimes I get lazy to run or workout and I have to talk myself back into it and remind myself of all of the months when I could not run and how miserable I was! You are not alone! I am glad that you ended up going because you always get that great feeling inside once you are done with that workout that almost didn’t happen. Great Job!
oh man I miss body pump. that is the one class I miss now that i don’t have free fitness classes from college. I always was so insecure but then I remembered everyone is at a different level of fitness.
The mind plays some dirty tricks on us. Good on you for getting that work out in!