I used to work out all the time in high school - weights, cardio and step classes. Steve and I worked out a lot when we were first married too. But I hate gyms - everyone sizing everyone else up, sweat, stinky perverted men, the competitiveness, being inside instead of out, etc. Its suffocating.
But this is a new season! I checked out a ladies-only gym nearby with a friend and decided to join. They had a great anniversary special thats super cheap ($31/mo) and since there are no perverted or sweaty men there I was sold. They also have a way better class special than 24hr fitness which is what I wanted.
So I love going to classes and I usually go in the morning. It feels GREAT to move my body and push myself - its been way too long. Although standing next to a crib and "shhhhhing" for an eternity or cleaning up food off the floor for the 100th time has its challenges, I was longing to really move my body and get my heart rate up. During the day there is an interesting bunch. Often I am one of the youngest in the class and those old ladies can work it!
The Lord is showing me how very competitive and prideful I am. Even though its been a year since I did intense cardio I still push myself super hard. Im thinking the whole time, "I cant stop if these old ladies arent stopping!". If there is an extra arm thing to do, I do it. If you can add a hop, I do it .... for awhile.....
Today I pushed hard in an hour-long cardio class and got super dizzy and nearly passed out. And yes I had breakfast, Im just weak right now!!!! its horrible. Its funny looking back. I paused a little but kept pushing through.
Ok. so the lady in front of me on Wednesdays is funny. She has NO rythym. She is always a step or two ahead. I would drive myself crazy if I was like that, I seriously dont think I could keep going always being off like that. But then again maybe she doesnt know?
There is a lady that is always behind me who must be in her 70s? She is super peppy and never seems tired. That annoying. But in her peppiness she is super friendly so Ill forgive her. Oh and then there is this tiny little thing. She's asian and man she is INTENSE. She does class after class in a row and is over the top the whole time. I think she's on crack. (fine, not really, but you know what I mean!)
So I'm enjoying the time out alone, the people watching, the working hard, all of it. Just another blessing in this season of life!
My mom's friend told her today that I'm pregnant with a boy. If that's true, hold me accountable to keep working out. When I feel like Ill throw up any second, all day long, I tend to stay home and eat saltines and drink ginger ale and feel sorry for myself :)

































