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.