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.