Anyways, I feel as if I am still in the beginning stages on my road to a better self, which is ever changing and morphing. I am trying my best to put my health first, but it feels as if there are all these other pulls in my life that seem just as important (spending time with family, spending time with friends, cleaning my bathroom, helping my parents clean and move to a new home, watching "Girls" and being simultaneously amazed my Lena Dunham's creative genius and annoyed at her character's narcissism, becoming a better speech therapist, making enough money, etc.). This blog is mostly dedicated to documenting my successes, but I think it's important to understand the road blocks.
Despite the challenges I face and the feeling that there simply just isn't enough time, I have started to look forward to going to Skinnyfit on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The mere look of the workouts no longer make me nervous, and I find that I am challenging myself to get closer and closer to finishing. One of my tactics is to rarely look at the clock; this is how I seize the moment. I already obsess about counting reps, but by avoiding the clock, I don't get bogged down by reality. Lately, the workouts have been a combination of burpees, box jumps, burpee box jumps, sit ups, pull ups/jump ups, kettle bell swings, squats, wall balls, jump roping, and running.
The three that I can remember go as follows:
-A ladder of box jumps, kettle bell swings, sit ups, squats from 20 all the way down to 1 time.
-10 rounds of 100 m run/10 burpees/10 sit ups/10 plyo lunges (these made my butt hurt, crazily!), followed by a plank as long as possible, and 100 Russian twists
-100 squats/90 sit ups/80 walking lunges/70 push ups/60 burpees/50 kettle bell swings/40 pull ups/30 squats with a med ball (forget what these are called) /20 wall balls/ 10 toes to bar or v-ups.
On the night of the 10 rounds, I actually thought I would make it to finish. I ended up only finishing the initial 10 rounds, and I was the last person doing them, but I got through the last round with the help of a friend. There is a 10 year old boy who attends the class with his mom and grandma (who are fit as ever), and he completed them with me. How refreshing to know there are kids who are nice, encouraging, and unafraid to be a friend.
I'll get back to being more vigilant about documenting this journey. But for now, it's enough for me to know that I am getting past that first part that seems really impossible and like I'll get nowhere.
