Whatever It Takes! I could very well leave that line right there and not put it into context because it’s the answer to pretty much every commitment question in life but let me explain. I began group workouts exactly 1 year ago in an effort to “get right” physically and relieve some stress in a healthy way. I immediately fell into a love/hate relationship with the workouts because they challenged me to physically exert myself more than I ever had in my entire life. I consider myself to be a woman of a certain age so some of the things my trainer had us doing were in my mind, not appropriate for me. Sprinting, running 3 miles (as a warmup), running for 10-15 rounds of stairs, pushing a football sled, stadium runs, weight lifting….you name it, he thought of it, and we had to do it. I would die during the workout was born again right after. I felt refreshed and accomplished. Every morning my alarm would go off at 4:15 and I was in my car by 4:30….TIRED but on my way to put another workout in the books. I remember telling a friend of mine that I didn’t need to train with the group anymore because he was trying to train athletes and that’s not what I wanted to be. How would pushing a damn sled help me in “real life”? When exactly would I need this skill? I began questioning why I was doing this as well as trying to justify the time and the money I invested in it. Was it really worth it? After 9 months of consistently going 6 days a week sometimes twice per day, I wasn’t so sure it was right for me anymore. I mean all this work and stomach still flabby??? Seriously. I can eat a damn Kit Kat and have a flabby stomach. People would comment on how much my body had changed but I couldn’t see it. I wanted 6 pack abs, a round butt, and Michelle Obama arms and after 9 months, all I had were the damn arms. No shade to Michelle, but I wanted more. I felt defeated. I felt cheated. I had put in all of this work and didn’t have what I thought I was paying for. I could’ve taken that same money that I spent on the trainer and used it as a down payment for Dr. Miami. I could get my butt and abs from him and not spend all of the time and effort to get it. This choice really wasn’t for me but I did think about it. Then I thought about my sons and my daughters and those fleeting thoughts were eliminated from my mind. Even still going and going like this without seeing the results I wanted caused me to stop attending group workouts and I began to just go to the gym on my own. I actually loved this for a couple of reasons.
- I could go when I wanted which was definitely NOT 5:00AM
- The cost was 1/10th of what it was to do group because I only had to pay for a gym membership ($29)
This would’ve been an awesome setup if only I had the discipline to push myself as hard as the group training pushed me. I would workout but it was not an I gave it my all and killed that shit type of workout. I would always leave with a little sweat on my brow feeling unfulfilled like I had wasted valuable time. Not only that, I missed the laughing and joking that went on during group training, the fellowship during the workout, and the prayer that followed. What I discovered in my 3 month absence is that I was gaining a lot more than physical fitness through our meetings. This group was my outlet to plug into when I needed some juice. I was torn between going back or continuing to go it alone. I mean how could I stay on track in my new budget life to payoff debt and pay for a trainer🤔 The short answer is, I just did it. It’s not in the budget but it is what I need to keep me centered and focused on the many things that I have to juggle day to day. Without it i’m good but with it i’m a fucking BEAST! I may not want to be an athlete but training has given me the mind of one. It has taught me to push through even when it hurts because the hurt is more mental than anything. I’ve categorized this in my budget as self improvement because that’s exactly what it is. I’ve been back on my grind for 2 weeks now it’s like i’m starting from the beginning. Building my stamina for running back again and finding that zone that keeps me from cracking when I feel the burn are things i’m working on. Writing and working out are two things that i’ve found comfort in and i’ve learned that neither of them can be achieved easily. I must sacrifice time and in some cases money to do these things. When you discover something that brings you the great Joy (pun intended), it is imperative that you stay on this path, pass Go, and collect the reward. #joytobliss