I only *wish* I looked like the chick in this graphic.
Alas, this was probably more like how I appeared to anyone who had the misfortune of watching me jog yesterday.
I love my trainer dearly (even though she lies to me about how many tires she piles up for me to step on – said it was the same as last week and then afterwards, confessed that it was, in fact, higher than last week!) and would pretty much try anything she asked of me. That is why I found myself running as part of my workout yesterday at Crossfit. And, I amazed myself by actually doing it.
It wasn’t far, mind you. And I had to do it three times – had to walk back fast on round #2 because my lungs were this close to ‘ploding – but I did it.
I’m not sure what feels different about this kind of workout other than it’s fast and intense so it’s over quickly (before lung explosions) and when I’m done, I feel like I’ve actually DONE something. It’s markedly different than dragging my ass for 30 minutes on a treadmill and still feeling like I didn’t do squat for my body.
And the other piece to it is this interesting sense of confidence that’s shown up as well. It’s spilling out into other areas of my life for which I am eternally grateful.
Gal, I’d suggest a few CF classes for you and you’ll be kicking your sister’s butt in no time! LOL
So, yeah. I jogged. Just a little.
Better than not at all.
(Just be glad you didn’t have to watch!)
What an inspiring post! I love the idea of CF (and thanks for the sibling shout out). After all the dust settles, and my finances are a little more stable, I think I’m going to commit to training.
And though it’s not an original thought, it’s a sincere one: You go, girl!