I joined a gym. I haven't been in a gym for a very LONG time. I was a little nervous to go to any aerobics classes at first. So I stuck to the treadmill and a few spinning classes. I justified I'm a runner, I probably should stick to what I know and keep running on the treadmill and go to a few spinning classes for some X-training. My sister in law talked me into going to a circuit class. She told me to get read for a butt kickin'. I took a deep breath and went to class. When I walked into the class I had forgotten about all the mirrors in the aerobics room! YIKES! When I run I feel confident in what my body is capable of and I forget that I may be a little overweight. So the uncomfortable feeling set in and I started tugging at my shirt. To my sister in law, the mirrors are motivation. I have a hard time seeing anything good in floor to ceiling, wall to wall mirrors. The class was fun. Not too much has changed in the aerobic class world. They still do great, or is grape? vine and the instructor yells last one and really means two more. My body was sore, she really did kick my trash, but it was also fun. After that class I felt confident that I could go to another class, and it kicked my trash too. I do love spinning and can already see my endurance building in that class. The gym has been great for me despite the intimidation. I feel like it is adding fun back into my workouts. I worry about doing my workouts the right way, and that I am training correctly for my next run, and even though my "coach" tells me to stop worrying and just run I still worry. I just want to be better and stronger, and I worry it's not happening as fast as I would like.
My half marathon is mere 16 weeks away! Driving in the car the other day I was actually getting excited about my future long runs. I was thinking of all the new places I could run and explore and how awesome it feels when I am finished. Yet, I worry. I worry that I'm not doing enough to train, or too much with all the aerobic classes. I worry my body isn't going to hold up and I'll get injured.
I have another worry, and my sister is going to go ballistic on me, but I worry about diet. I worry that I'm eating too much, too little, not the right combinations, not at the right time, too many carbs, not enough protein, blah, blah, blah! I have some weight to loose and although exercise is fun for me and I enjoy running diet is always on my mind. There is so much information about diet out on the internet alone, and everyone has a different opinion it is simply mind boggling to me.
I had to put the brakes on and find some clarity. I can only do so much at a time. My small brain can't handle it all. I am putting my scale in the closet for the rest of the week. I considered a month, but I think I would go through withdrawls. I'm not weighing myself for a whole week! I promise.
I found this quote the other day on Pinterest and thought it applied to me so I hung it on my wall and I see it every day.
If anyone asks me about diet, exercise, or running, I'm trying my hardest.
Keep running! :) Josie
