Walking into last night's spin class I had no idea that it would be the last one led by my favorite instructor. I was blissfully unaware of the torture I was about to endure. Apparently a full-time job and being a single dad leaves him little time to abuse us twice a week.
I was really sad when he made the announcement because he's the only instructor who motivates me to give it everything I've got. If you don't leave it all on the bike in his class, you're a loser who should attend a different class so someone else who's serious can have a bike in his class.
Halfway through, or what I thought was halfway because we ended up doing an extra 15 minutes, I was regretting having made his last class. We did everything in double-time, at high resistance. There were a couple times I thought I would puke and I was gasping like a fish out of water through the entire thing. He made us do three 1-minute sprints punctuated with 1-count jumps during the second "one last song."
I'm walking like a hooker at the end of Navy Week today, but I'm invigorated by the pain. So often we get bogged down by work and home and family - life in general - that we forget to push ourselves; we become complacent and lazy. I'm not just talking about physical complacency, but social and emotional as well. Last night's work-out not only pushed my body, but my mind.
Today I plan to live out loud: I'm going to be the best employee, friend, daughter, sister, and cousin I can be. I'm going to embrace the day as if it might be my last and refuse to simply go through the motions. I'm going to tackle that work project that's been hanging over my head like a storm cloud. I'm going to drive tonight so a friend who had a tough week can blow off steam. I'm going to do those dishes that have been in the sink since Sunday. I'm going to finish this post even though I keep losing my wi-fi connection. I'm going to . . .
Ooh! There's a Doctor Who marathon stored in my DVR? Never mind. Forget I said anything.
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I'm walking like Notre Dame at the end of Navy Week today
I fixed that for you.
As they say " no pain, no gain".. u go girl..
Pain focuses the mind. I avoid it like the plague and stay my fuzzy brained self.
I love it. The reference about the hooker had me cracking up. It is true that we get lazy and complacent. I can feel your energy, go with it.
I want a red phone booth that takes me anywhere/anywhen... soooo Dr. who!!!
Today I chose to lay in bed an extra hour snuggling with Bubs instead of getting up and attempting to "run" again. The way I see it, Bubs doesn't really care if I get fat- there's just more of me to love.
i refuse to take a spinning class. would rather be fat and happy than have an angry taint.
:)
Lazy and complacent...I call that "Wednesday."
Love the post! It's unfortunate I don't have the same attitude today. It's cold and I would rather not be sitting at work! :)
YES!!!!! Dr. Who!!!!
The world can end as long as a Dr. Who marathon is on. Wait a minute, the Doctor would save the world again.
OMG I am such a dork
Love the "walking like a hooker at the end of Navy week."
Haha! I'm laughing and laughing.. Keep up the good work :) AND fully enjoy your weekend!
nille.xx
At the close of each day, I have every intention of starting tomorrow being the best (wife, mother, friend, daughter, employee, etc.) I can be. But each morning, I get up and something happens.
Today, I was in a great mood for I had managed to give myself a manicure last night and finally looked like the classy lady I am rather then the speed freak that hangs out at our local Walmart at two in the morning. But as I looked down at my hands, I realized that I may have spent a little too much time watching TV while using the nail file. Four of my fingers had nail tips that slanted severely to the right, leaving those fingers looking strangely crooked.
Clearly, this turned my day upside down. I snapped at my husband, ignored my neighbor's morning greeting and have managed to spend the majority of my work day wondering if the problem really is my slanty nails or if I just have grotesquely gnarled fingers.
Anyway, I just wanted to say "I feel ya, sister"
Now that was amusing... :)
You know, if ya'll had a reasonable taxi system down there, ya'll could get your "sippy sippy" on. (Thinkin' of a time I went drinkin' with some gal you know, and then had to drive to the Cards game.)
Can't go wrong with a bit of Doctor Who.It's quite strange watching the old ones with Tom Baker and Jon Pertwee that used to terrify me as a child.Mrs Jack misses David Tennant,but I think bow ties are cool.
Since there are no red phone booths here either I'll be on my own spin power...and just have to take your strong meaningful words with me to work today, I need them this week! thanks!
I run but have never done spinning, did a couple 5ks this summer and run on a regular basis. But spinning does sound like some sort of torture lol!
Isn't it strange how some unaccustomed pain makes us re-evaluate our lives? What is it about pain that makes us feel more alive?? These aren't just hypothetical questions - I've just spent WAAAAAY too much time repainting the holiday shack, and my painting arm may never move again, but now I'm looking forward to hitting the local pizza bar for dinner with MUCH more anticipation than if I'd done nothing!
Happy travels!!
Ohmygosh.
"I'm walking like a hooker at the end of Navy Week"
Greatest.Line.Ever.
Thanks for making me laugh.
I was inspired and thinking of all the great things I will do, such as updating my resume'to find a job related to my degree, mowing the lawn, cleaning out the fridge and not lying in the bath for hours drinking wine and reading the paper. Then you mentioned Dr Who and I remembered that I'm reading a crappy Phillip K Dick paperback and sure wouldn't mind lying in the bath all day.
My Zumba instructor used to do that. "And one more time! Just one more time! Ok, once more!" She would say it over and over, and we would end up having down that particular dance "one more time", five times. The skinny bitch.
At first, I thought that said "I was walking by a hooker" and was like, what?
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Im glad that a hardass spin class motivates you to be a better person.
Mostly, a hardass exercise just makes me want to kill someone...or die. Whichever is easiest.
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Damn I wish I had the motivation and will power to go back to taking my body and mind to it's limits, and then some. Ah, I miss that time.
Your plan to "live out loud" sounds very interesting. Good luck.
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