So Brent and I have set out some new goals, we are getting into some better life habits. Because of this we have taken a few steps forward. We now wake up at 4:45 am and going to the
Orem Recreation Center where we have a monthly pass. This is all my fault of course. Brent offered to train me at home but I told him that I simply could not do it on my own and I needed someone there to push me even when I didn't want to, and that if it were him we might have some serious marital issues. I have always loved swimming, it came easy and was so fun and addicting in high school that working out was easy. I had a coach to write my work outs and friends right next to me to keep me motivated. I just knew I needed something similar
Well this week has, in short,... sucked! I hate getting started working out, especially when I am not in shape at all. I have been trying to take a couple different classes to see if anything strikes my fancy. My
strength class is a lot of fun but I really hate being so tired. Well today I tried something I was hoping to really enjoy because my sister, Maren, really enjoyed it. Spinning.
Here is how the morning went down. At 4:45 am- "BEEP BEEP" went the alarm and brent and I agreed we should just go to the class at 5:30 am. The alarm goes off and Brent hops out of bed while I cherish the extra 2-3 minutes before I am forced out of bed. Brent and I showed up a few minutes early and wandered into the room
hoping to look not so out of place but we were
immediately spotted. The instructor came over and and asked if we were new and helped us adjust the seat, handles and resistance. I told the teacher we could only stay for half the class because of work and she was totally cool. Pedaling at first was fine, and then it got not so fine... and then it got worse... and then it got bad, and then it got miserable, and then it got unbearable and I thought...
"I hate this, I really hate this. Why does brent keep staring? I probably look as miserable as I feel. I could just stop... no one can stop me. I could just stop pedaling and be done with this miserable act."
Well let me tell you... I HATE HATE HATE SPINNING!!!! But it is basically more than that I hate all working out minus swimming!
It is then that the ephiphany came... I love swimming because stopping is not a legitimate option. If you stop swimming the consequence is drowning and death. Embarrassment I can deal with but death... probably not. To stop swimming I would have to swim across other lanes and climb out of the pool, it was just easier to keep swimming to the end of the pool. Then it was only the 2 second commitment of pushing off the wall until I was committed to returning again. So I have figured out that the best work outs for me are... THE ONES WHERE DEATH IS THE ONLY OTHER OPTION!!!!
When I have the choice of working out or dying I will inevitably choose to work out... I can't be the only one that feels this way so I have posted a new poll... what workout type are you?
No worries I will keep working out... and I will keep hating ever second of it... IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTION TO MAKE THIS EASIER LET ME KNOW!