I don’t talk a lot about fitness specifically on my blog, but I plan to do more of that this year. So, I wanted to share a little bit of background on my own journey with fitness to give some insight into why group fitness is so important to me.
I shared a little bit during #reverb14 on this blog. Being active started at a very young age for me, which is also something I feel strongly about- kids being active and staying active throughout their lives. We teach children what is important and what the norm is, and being active should just be one more principle of living, like brushing your teeth.
Anyways, my mother is deathly afraid of drowning and didn’t want me or my brother to be the same, so soon after I was able to walk, she threw me into a pool to face her fear straight on. I’m not complaining, I learned how to swim, and I loved it. I got onto a local aquatic league team when I was 4 years old – we were called tadpoles cute no? – and raced each other 25 meters in the shallow end. I bet it was pretty cute. And slow.
I swam from the age of 4 all the way until I was 18. Since my swimming league was hosted at a country club, tennis was also available so with many many lessons, I was a reasonable tennis player and dabbled in that in high school. It was a sport of convenience though. Something to do in the spring in between swimming seasons that I didn’t completely suck at.
In college, I couldn’t hang with the swimming schedule – 5am practices plus late freshman nights with friends plus suffering school work meant no more team swimming for me. And I promptly gained my freshman 10 🙂 I didn’t notice right away because I was blissfully unaware of my body and body image. I had never given second thought to the way my thighs looked in jeans or how my face was rounder and looked bloated. I saw a picture of myself at the end of freshman year when I was starting my sophomore year and it didn’t look like me.
Commence obsession over how I look. It’s a slippery slope into being self conscious about everything everywhere and caring what everyone thinks about you. This initial self awareness changes you. I was incredibly fortunate to not have this realization until I was almost 19 years old. Past the age where it could affect your entire relationship with food. Or, maybe not. For me, it didn’t. I decided I would continue to eat pizza and ice cream every night but just work out to compensate. When I was swimming, that is the way it worked.
So, I started my relationship with the gym. War Memorial Gym at Virginia Tech. It wasn’t so much that it was intimidating, it was just confusing. Machines everywhere I had no idea how to use. Free weights I didn’t know what to do with. So, I got on the elliptical because it was uncomplicated. I ellipitcal’d 5 lbs of my freshman 10 off but was supremely bored. The sheer willpower I had to have to make the effort to go be bored for 60 minutes was hard to obtain
at times most of the time. That’s when McComas Hall opened, a brand new fitness facility. Complete with group fitness classes.
And I had made some girlfriends who were also interested in exercising and taking classes so we all got into it together. It was partly the classes, but partly the sense of community with my friends and our shared experience there in McComas that kept me motivated. The intersection of movement, music, and social interaction drew me back every day effortlessly. And I understood at the time and still hold to this day that the effortlessness of getting there is the key to having mental energy available to give your absolute best while you’re there.
That’s why they say getting there is half the battle. It really is. Make it effortless. Create a situation for yourself in which you want to go. Even if it’s not specifically to work out. Go because it’s your hour to escape the rest of your life. Go because you get to see your friends there. Go because you love the workout itself- if the treadmill isn’t working for you, don’t do it. Find something that you love to do and make a workout out of it.
To be continued…
My life is truly boring. I love it that way – predictable, reliable, not a lot of surprises. I am a very effective person in that environment. Every day for me is different. But each day of the week is the same on any given week. I keep a consistent schedule during the week that revolves around work, gym (the times I teach my classes specifically), and sleep.
My working schedule looks like this right now:
Mon/Weds/Fri – Work from home
Tues/Thurs – Work at the office
My weekly class schedule looks like this right now:
Monday 6:30pm RPM 24 Hour Fitness
Tuesday 6:00am BodyPump 24 Hour Fitness
Wednesday 6:00am RPM 24 Hour Fitness
Friday 6:00am RPM Golds Gym
Sunday 8:30am BodyAttack Golds Gym
Since a lot of those days start with 6:00am I’ll give you a day in the life of an early starter.
5:00am Alarm rings
5:10am Snooze alarm rings
5:15am Drag my arse out of bed. Brush teeth. Wash face. Gym clothes on.
5:35am Out the door
6:00am Class starts
7:00am Class ends. Chat with members.
7:15am Shower in the locker room
7:45am Drive G to the metro and then home
8:00am Walk Levi. Feed Levi. Finish hair/makeup.
8:20am Out the door to work. Or, if working from home make cup of coffee and head upstairs to home office
8:45am Arrive at work (on a good day). If working from home I’ve already answered all my emails.
— Work. Meetings. Emails. Mathy stuff. Avoiding chatty chattersons. If home, walk Levi & do laundry —
12:00pm Headache break. More coffee? Lunch w/O?
4:30pm Start the stop working train.
5:30pm Actually stop working. Leave.
6:00pm Arrive home. Walk Levi. Feed Levi. Prepare dinner.
6:30pm G gets home. Eat dinner.
7:00pm Relax on couch with TV show of the night while both of us work on laptops.
9:30pm Get ready for bed. (this is the plan, so most of the time it’s usually 10:30 or later)
10:00pm Read/Go to sleep
Exciting, no??? I live a truly glamorous life! And I live for my Monday and Thursday sleep-in days.