I was really proud of myself on Monday of this week. I had spent the day working from home which ended up being a Godsend as I was miserable with a runny nose. I went through an entire little square box of Kleenex. It was no fun. In addition, I was a little sore from Sunday’s mud run and tired because I don’t ever seem to sleep well anymore.
All of these things conspired to make me think about ditching the two things I had planned on doing that night. The first was to swim because that’s what the triathlon training schedule said to do. The second was to go to a boxing conditioning class with a friend of mine at her gym. Neither sounded better than a nap.
I started justifying skipping both workouts. I don’t feel good… I could use the rest… I can do them later this week in addition to the other workouts on the training calendar (riiiight). I almost had myself convinced. So convinced in fact that I laid down at 5:30 PM and set my alarm for 7 thinking that I shouldn’t sleep too late or I, once again, would not sleep well at night.
But somehow, I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept thinking of how I’ve told my friend over and over again that I’d join her for the boxing class soon and I keep bailing. I hate unreliable people who say they are going to do something and don’t, especially at the last minute. I don’t want to be that person. So at 6 PM I jumped off the couch, sprinted around the apartment changing and packing a gym bag, and flew out the door.
Boxing was at 6:30 and I just barely made it in time. I’d done this class once, over a year ago, and it was fun and hard. Monday night was no different. We did arm working, punching bags, boxing pads with the instructor, jumping rope, and core work. Actually, I think I’ll do a more detailed post on this later… seems like it might deserve its own because it’s pretty different from anything else I’ve done at a gym.
Anyway, the boxing class was exhausting but I was determined to get my swim in so I headed to the Y when it ended. I did a pretty easy 750 yards since it was my first time in the pool all year. My arms were exhausted but it was worth it to be able to cross it off the training calendar!
So that was my busy and exhausting Monday night. There are so many times when I give in to the laziness, the excuses, the lack of motivation. I was proud of myself for overcoming all of those thoughts and getting not one, but two good workouts in!