I’m defiantly starting out this blog with some good days. Almost seems good to be true, but I’ll take it. I’m feeling good, and as much as I don’t like that whole “new year, new start” I can’t help but use that mentality to motivate me. Maybe I’ll just call it “new year, keep going”.
I’ve never been much of a runner. In fact, I’m not a runner. I pretty much despise the treadmill, and try to avoid it whenever possible. There was one day, maybe months ago, and I was able to bring myself to run without stopping for forty minutes on a pretty good pace-MONTHS ago. And since then wasn’t able to even come close it again. All mental? Absolutely. Something snapped in me after an awful day at work last week and I was able to surpass that time and pace. And have continued to. Don’t get me wrong-I still despise the treadmill, and probably will continue to. But, it’s nice to know that I’m getting better while being on it. As I walked out of the gym today the guy behind the counter said to me “Have a good night, I’ll see you tomorrow!” When I turned around to say thank you and smile, he said “Yeah…tomorrow. How’s that for motivation?!?”
So…I may not love the treadmill. What I do love though? Was my first ZUMBA class tonight. Considering that I have years of dance class under my belt I assumed there was no way I wouldn’t love it. And as much as I dislike having a “workout buddy” (I enjoy sweating solo), one of my best friends was there to get in his own workout, and (pun intended) it worked out for both of us.
Zumba was a blast. Hands down. It was hard. I was sweating buckets, but didn’t even realize how much I was moving because I was having that much fun (just like the infomercials!). Ohh sure, there were some moments where I had no idea what I was doing, but the dancer in me kept moving, and I got back on track. I think what really got me was that I’m so used to counting in 8steps, and then wanting to switch to a new step, but it wasn’t like that. Hopefully I’ll get used to it. I got the footwork down, had a little trouble with my arm movements, but I think I did pretty well for my first class.
I made the choice to skip watching the season premiere of The Biggest Loser tonight to go to Zumba. Coming from the same girl that wouldn’t ever hang out with anyone on Tuesday nights in past seasons of the show, I think that’s a pretty big deal for me. Hey, there’s always Hulu. And who wants to watch people workout on TV when you can actually go and workout?
I have a feeling I’m going to be all sorts of sore tomorrow morning.