Since my workout was less than spectacular today, I decided to discuss something else. When I registered for the ½ marathon back in February, my friend MK made a post on Facebook “Girl, it's all about the journey; the race is the icing on the cake!” At the time, all I could think was, “no…no…it’s all about dragging my fat-ass 13.1 miles before death sets in!” But as usual, I’m finding out she seems to be right. I’m only 3 weeks into this, but already there fare antastic things happening, but they’re not necessarily with you’d think.
It’s natural to expect physical changes to occur when you spend quality time in the gym and eat like a damn rabbit. And I suppose some of that is happening, but it’s too soon for me to see it. The more important changes are the mental and emotional ones. Last night, my future sister-in-law, LN, asked me where I find the motivation to willingly get up at the ass-crack of dawn, drag my fat-ass to the gym (sometimes an hour away) and proceed to wreck my body. I didn’t really have a good answer. But after this morning’s workout and subsequent chats with various people, I’m pretty sure I know the answer. It’s the people, the fun and the non-stop laughs!
On any given day I will discuss my workouts with my best friend, CK as well as MK, sometimes KB, my mom, my dad, my aunt, pretty much whoever will listen (and whoever happens to be following this blog). CK frequently tells me she’s never seen or heard me this happy and considering she’s known me for 22 years, that’s saying something. MK and I are in a unique situation. We have the same trainer and frequently have similar workout schedules. In fact I try to go up to her gym once a week so we can work out together. Her workouts are generally much harder than mine as she’s been at this longer and her goal is 1000 times bigger than mine. But we laugh, we joke, we give each other a hard time, we complain, we motivate by whatever means necessary and we support one another. We spend quality time comparing notes on the various “beastie boys” in our respective gyms and I found out yesterday that we throw each other under the bus with our trainer! (that was SO wrong…lol)
My friends and family laugh at the fact that it sometimes takes me a considerable amount of time to rise from a seated position, or I cry a little going up and down steps, but it’s not a malicious thing, it’s all in good fun. They are all extremely supportive; although TK did tell me that it would be in my best interest to never allow him to see me in my swim cap! (HA…DONE)! I’m honestly not sure if I’d be doing this without the support I have from the people in my life. I can guarantee it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.
LN, who is on her own journey in the fitness/health world, told me about a co-worker who is…lets say “snarky”, in regards to LN’s journey. Little Ms. Snarly is into the more extreme fitness world and feels that LN’s efforts are far below hers and basically a waste of time. I feel bad for LN that she is subjected to this, but I also feel bad for Little Ms. Snarky as she is missing out on the joy that comes from not only reaching your own goals, but helping others reach theirs. My hope for LN is that she will cling to those of us that care about her and are in complete support of her and her efforts. That she would be strong in her commitment to make positive changes in her own life and not allow her efforts to fall into the shadow of Little Ms. Snarky.