I was cleaning up my blog this weekend and came across this fully written but unpublished post from last February. I’m not really sure why I didn’t publish it. Or maybe I did – although I couldn’t find it when I searched through my blog. It’s a little story about starting to do yoga with BFF Kristyn. I have vague recollections of publishing if not this something very similar. But alas, earwax. So if I did publish it and you have read it already, maybe you’ll enjoy reading it again. If I didn’t publish it, well, this a little story about why I stopped going to the gym and started going to yoga. Of course, now I’m back at the gym and I must say that most of my problems with the gym still exist – but I have a buddy, so I overcome them and I go…. 4 mornings per week – aiming for 5 this week.
I know. It’s crazy-pants.
Anyway, I thought I’d share this one despite it’s blast from the past. Kristyn and I are still going once a week. She’s back to work now which makes it a bit more challenging but I think we’re back in the swing of it officially. The Boy says I’m crazy, with my gym-ing and yogi-ing and my working out 6 times a week. I think he’s jealous.
From February 2012
Let me tell you a little story about me, the gym and motivation. It’s short and sweet. I got married. The pictures are lovely (if I do say so myself) and then I pretty much stopped going. Sure I check in every once in a while. But basically – no dice.
My problems with the gym include the following
1. I don’t know what to do at the gym
2. At the end of the day I’m sleepy
3. At the beginning of the day, I’m sleeping
4. I hate leaving the house again once I’ve been home – I’ll do it, but only if someone asks me to.
5. The gym does not call me and ask me to leave the house.
6. Most of what I’m doing at the gym I could be doing outside.
7. There are a lot of evenings where I go home and go for a walk with the Boy rather than go to the gym and walk/jog on the treadmill.
8. I don’t like strangers.
9. I don’t like calling 1 hour before to book myself a spot in a yoga class.
10. The level of fitness of the other people at the gym makes me uncomfortable.
Knowing my membership ends in March has led me to think about what I should do starting then. I made a list of things I like to do:
1. Walk/maybe I could run outside. (the hecklers when I first tried running outside do scare me but maybe I could do it.)
2. Yoga (specifically of the hot variety)
3. Outdoor activities in the nice weather. (ex. I want the Boy to teach me how to play tennis)
So I emailed BFF Kristyn and proposed a plan. We meet once a week and go to a yoga class. Once a week. That’s not a big commitment, totally doable and we would work through the buddy system. I’ll go if I know someone else is waiting for me to show up. She LOVED the idea, and there is a new Hot Yoga studio that just opened up around the corner from her. It gives me a buddy to yogi with and her a couple of hours away from her beautiful baby boy and out with other adults, doing a little something that’s just for her. Win-win-win.
We went last Thursday.
On Friday I hurt. I hurt all over. It hurt to laugh, it hurt to go up the stairs, it hurt to go down the stairs, it hurt to sit, it hurt to stand. Saturday if you can believe it – I’m sure you can – worse.
BUT it was worth it. I felt good afterward. I saw my friend. I sweat. I ercised. I didn’t spend the night in front of the TV. Win-Win-Win-Win-Win.
So, despite my muscle’s cries to make it stop. We’re headed back on Wednesday. It thought it might kill us, but no pain no gain – Right?!
Well, I hurt again. BUT I hurt in slightly fewer spots. I was more awake on Thursday. I slept well. I sweat. I didn’t spend the night in front of the TV. I saw my friend. Win-win-win-win-win-win.
Good-bye gym membership. Hello something I actually like doing.