So those of you who have known me for a long time are well aware of my tendency to be a total spaz when it comes to physical movement. It is nearly a damn miracle (knock on wood inserted here) that I have been spared injury or some kind of freak accident while logging all these miles swimming, biking, and running. I mean, I think I know why my mom put me in swimming all those years ago– the swimming pool was a relatively safe environment for a klutz like me, right? Even so, I still managed to break my foot jumping into the DEEP (12 feet) end of a pool when I was a freshman in high school (figure that out, physicists!).
So naturally, I try to stay away from anything that might lead to my body becoming entangled in a rope or pinned under a heavy weight because of my years of experience doing things like falling off a lifeguard chair and nearly breaking my hip. Training with Trainer Guy last winter/spring helped me extinguish some of my most basic fears about using weights or doing exercises that involved total body coordination and cooperation. Still, my klutz radar is on high alert when I go to try new physical activities, particularly the ones involving pull ups or the dreaded rope climb.
Sometime in early winter, Trainer Guy changed the name of his “Ski Conditioning Intervals” class to “Fury”. Besides the obvious that I would not go to a class with such a ludicrous name, I kind of quit going to it because I didn’t like being uncomfortable not knowing all the different exercises and whether or not I could even complete them. Plus, there was all the dangerous equipment I could see myself mishandling: sledgehammers, ropes, tires, you get the picture. I will admit it: I was scared. Maybe even a little intimidated.
Trainer Guy started offering the class at 5:30 AM last month, and so I decided to give it a try again. I figured how bad could one hour be, right? Well, off the bat, these were the happiest damn people I have ever seen awake that early in the morning. That threw me off because usually I am alone in that category, and these people were REALLY happy. Like already had their coffee happy. Then they started doing the workout on the board, and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I kind of followed one person, but everyone was doing things at a different paces and in different orders, so mostly I just did a little bit and then made out loud snarky comments about it (nervous habit!). I survived that one, and then I went back the next week. And things were a little more mellow because I kind of knew what to expect, although you really never know what to expect in that class.
The following week, I did the class twice. And it was really hard. But I too felt “had my coffee” happy at the end. The feeling of accomplishment is like double when you look at the workout and then you say to yourself, Oh my God! I can’t do 100 burpees! and then you do them and a whole lot more than that. Not only am I building physical strength, but I am also building mental strength because I start from a premise of panic and disbelief and I have to move through that mental roadblock to complete the workout. So it’s kind of a 2-for-1 workout, and you all should know that I’m a sucker for a bargain.
So yeah, resting my sweaty face on the disgusting carpet of the rec center cardio room is kinda where I’m at these days. There’s so much going on that I can’t control in life right now, so I am grateful for these moments just for me and my overall well-being. Sometimes it’s really worth it to move beyond deep discomfort and to try something new and stick with it.