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People are Awesome!





Sometimes someone you may not really know can totally make your day.

I freaking love that.

If you ever have the urge to say something kind and encouraging to someone or to give them a random compliment, I say do it.

You never know how much that will help someone with whatever it is that they are going through.

I have this tendency to hurt myself with little yet devastating injuries from working out.  I am not usually one you need to push to do more.  If you do push me, I will totally smash myself.  It isn’t smart but I will do it nonetheless.  I am on a journey to learn how to push myself without hurting myself.  To train smart and not just hard.  I just get into a sort of “beast mode” and will do things that maybe I shouldn’t do.  It is now my official quest to learn this delicate important balance.  

My latest injury has been a hip flexor strain.  Long story short, I over did it with many fast v sits and jumped right into sprints and  found myself racing a man who is fast and fit and winning and getting really freakin pumped over it so yeah!  Go bitch go! A switch went off and well, 2 days later all the DOMS you can imagine but I kept on going because stupid.  A week later, I strained my right hip flexor.  So there I was with a stupid injury and a certification training in 2 weeks.  Needless to say, I was pissed at myself.  Ice, ibuprofen and total rest for a few days.  I got checked out by my physical therapist.  I love her.  I was good to go but not so fast.  Got back to a spin class on Friday and was feeling great.  Next day, however, a little sore and a little tight so I headed to Sunday yoga class.  

I realized that I was stressing about not going to my classes and if my girl crush instructors were going to be disappointed and think I was a slacker for not showing up to my 5:30 a.m. classes all week.  This has been causing me anxiety as silly as that may sound.  I know strong women are not supposed to care what other people think of them but I’m being completely honest here.  While I couldn’t give a flying frog about what a lot of people think about me, I do care about what the people who matter think and the people who matter in this situation are the ones that I either consider my mentors, coaches and role models or peers who have similar interests and values.  I read somewhere that this has something to do with my birth order.  I am the oldest child of six and they say that makes me a “pleaser”.  In my case it’s true.  I am not only dedicated to my own fitness, but I am dedicated to classes, the instructors, the group, the routine, the community of it all.  It’s a big part of my world and when I can’t do it I am not happy.  Now here’s the part where someone totally made my day today.

I saw one of my early bird classmates at yoga and she said that she missed me in pump.  I was so happy to hear that and to have an opportunity to explain why I wasn’t there all week and that I absolutely HATE to miss my classes.  She was super kind, compassionate and encouraging and it totally lifted a burden off of me.  She encouraged me to rest it and not further injure it, which I already know I should to.  Hearing it from a classmate gave me such a relief and made me feel supported.  It may seem like a little thing, but it made me feel like a huge weight had been lifted.  

My plan this week leading up to my training is going to be to not do early classes and get sleep to heal.  I will do upper body strength exercises such as push ups, planks, dips and chin ups and for cardio I will do jump rope.  I will get to another yoga class and maybe some Pilates.  I will spend my evenings studying my Spin manual and taking notes and come Saturday, I will be ready for that training.  I will schedule a massage for Sunday.

Now I am really feeling positive about the week ahead!  

So thank you gym friend!  You made my day!

People are awesome.

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Gym friend who made my day is 5th from left. I’m second from the right and one of my girl crush instructors is in front. I want to be just like her when I grow up.  And yeah, it was St. Patrick’s Day so that’s why the green.