Morning workouts are a struggle for me. I don’t sleep very well, so getting out of bed and having energy for a regular day is hard enough, let alone having the energy for a workout. I set the alarm last night for my 6 AM Spinning class with the best of intentions, but when that alarm went off this morning, I instantly started making excuses why I should stay in bed. It’s too early. I’m tired. I can work out after work. Mmmmm, pillow!
The Spinning class is pretty small, so you have to sign up ahead of time. I hid under the covers and seriously considered going back to sleep, but I thought about the fact that signing up for class took a spot from someone who may have wanted to be there but couldn’t. I would be a jerk to take that spot and then not show up. Plus, my Spinning teacher is the one who prayed for me the other day. Was I really going to let her down?
I reluctantly tossed back the covers and got up. I can’t say I felt excited or eager to get sweating, but I got dressed and grabbed my water bottle and gel seat (one of the greatest inventions ever) and headed out in the dark.
I felt a bit sluggish during class, but I still got a great workout. I left feeling very proud of myself and happy that my workout for the day was done already. If I had reset the alarm and skipped class, I’d have felt more than a little disappointed in myself.
Yesterday I hit the treadmill for my 1.75 run to stick to my 5K training schedule. At first I felt like crap and wasn’t sure I was going to make it. At some point my body stopped fighting the workout, or my head stopped fighting itself, not sure which, but I made it to 2.5 miles!
When I came home and told my boyfriend and the kids that I did 2.5 miles, my boyfriend congratulated me, and then I turned it into a math problem for my 9-year-old stepdaughter, and she figured out how many extra miles I did. I showed her how to break down a mile into quarters and how to work with decimals. She came to me later with a notebook and gave me some math problems: “If I was supposed to run 7.6 miles, and I ran 8.9, how much extra did I do?” I loved that she got into the running and the math! I was more proud of that than my run.
Sweat & Sparkle 