Zumba Rulz

I’ve learned something about myself recently that I once knew, but had forgotten.

I’m not a solo exerciser.

A few weeks ago I joined a running group for moms that meets at a park near our house. It’s basically a group Couch to 5k program, and it’s every Wednesday and Sunday.

I have stopped and started C25k on my own countless times. Aaron and I even tried to do it together to no avail.

But it’s been easy for me to meet up with these women, and running with a group is so much more motivating. After all, it was how I trained for a half marathon back in 2005. I need the support and the accountability.

Last week, after seeing an infomercial (truth), I looked up local Zumba classes and found one just up the road. Tonight was my second class, and I love it. (Loooove it.)

It’s fun and an intense work out. I like that the class is all women, and a range of ages and sizes at that. Plus I love the music and that I can sort of trick myself into thinking that I’m just dancing. (In my mind, I am awesome. Luckily there are no mirrors in the classroom, so I can maintain this delusion.)

How is it I can make myself show up to a class where I know no one to Zumba it up for an hour, but I can’t make myself go down to my own basement to get on the elliptical machine? I don’t know, but there you have it.

When I lived in Atlanta, I went to the gym several times a week, and I almost exclusively went to classes — spin, step and body works were my staples. But I didn’t have a long commute or a husband or a baby to get home to in those days, so a gym membership was a good fit in ways that it is not these days.

I am learning, after quite a hiatus, that I need to be intentional about how I add exercise into my life and routine, and regularly-scheduled groups and classes are attractive options.

How do you fit exercise into your life?

 

Back to the Gym

I went back to the gym today for the first time since I left Atlanta.

Which is not to say that I haven’t exercised since I left Atlanta, although really, I haven’t done much. We do have bikes and with four dogs we take our share of walks. And last summer when it was actually warm, we went swimming quite a bit. But I was really missing the amenities of a gym, and the discipline of having a place to go to work out.

I’ve had many days of good intentions where I planned to come home and do 30 Day Shred or take Scout on a walk, but as soon as I walked in that door, there were about a dozen other things I feel like I needed to do or would rather do than exercise.

And the new gym is pretty sweet. Way nicer than the Crunk Creek LA Fitness I used to attend.  There’s a pool (that they close 2-3 afternoons a week for family swim, so it has a waterslide and a deep end), and tons of cardio machines so you don’t have to worry about stalking a elliptical or sighing really loudly when someone decides to run for an hour while there are people waiting. (They even have tanning beds! That I will never use, but still.)

So I’m back in the saddle, and I hope to make it a regular thing. Wish me luck.

 

Ten

I somehow managed to lose 10 pounds since Halloween, which means I survived the Single Girl’s Trifecta of Misery* (Christmas, New Year’s and Valentine’s Day) showing an actual loss. If I knew how, I’d make a million dollars.
*TM my friend Mary D. I don’t really buy into that notion, but it’s still funny.

 

Five Pounds

I finally stepped on the scale today for the first time since early November, and I’ve actually lost a few pounds in the interim. I was hoping it would be lower, but hey, I’m not complaining.
Even though I’ve gained about 15 pounds since my lowest recorded back in April 2005, I was pleased when I realized I only weigh five pounds more than I did on February 3, 2005. (The weight tracker is the greatest thing about weightwatchers.com.) Early 2005 was when I felt the best – I was running regularly and I was buying smaller sizes and people were really noticing all my hard work. Mary Lee, Jenn and I went to Q100′s Bitter Ball that year (a waste of time and money, I assure you), and it was one of the first times in my late 20s that I felt like not only did I fit in with the fit and trim of Atlanta’s beautiful people, but that I was noticeable. That when people checked me out, they weren’t wondering why that fat girl was infiltrating their world. I felt confident walking into JCrew knowing I could fit into anything there. It’s stupid to measure your progress by such arbitrary markers, but I know I’m not alone in doing it.
Fast forward two years and it’s an entirely different story. I feel uncomfortable in my skin and all my clothes are stupid – either ridiculously too big or just tight enough that I feel awful all day. I feel like a failure and like I’ll always be just out of shape enough and just overweight enough that I’ll never feel normal, and I think, all of this over FIVE pounds?!
Sometimes, when they say it’s all in your head, they mean it.

 

Training



Training for the 2007 Mardi Gras Marathon has officially begun.
Jennifer and I met at the office yesterday at 6:45 a.m. for an easy (and very slow!) jog around Olympic Park and downtown. Right now our plan is to meet twice a week, but I have to figure out how/where/when I am going to do my Saturday long runs.
This is the first time I’m doing this on my own – without the support of a Galloway group – and the prospect of waking up on a Saturday morning and heading out for six, seven, eight plus miles all alone is a little daunting.
The road to February stretches out before me and it may be only 13.1 miles, but it looks a lot longer when you’re still at the starting line.