My wonderful girlfriends at work had given me a gift card to Academy for my birthday. I've been going back and forth on what to do with it. Shoes? Clothes? A new Garmin? With the zumbathon being tomorrow and all, I thought I would treat myself to a new shirt. Besides, I could use a proper running shirt; the kind that dries quickly and all that good stuff. So off we go (me and my daughters) stopping at Chick-fil-A for dinner. My oldest was great, and she kept her little sister busy so I could look around. I found a couple pairs of pants, some shirts, etc. Then I went to the dressing room...
I wasn't ready for a trip to Academy. I still have a ways to go. Everything was too tight. I cried. Not sobbing boo hooing, but tears. My daughter was very encouraging and told me how proud she is of me. The next morning, after my shower from my morning workout, my husband asked me what I bought, and I told him I didn't want to talk about it with a crack in my voice. He hugged me and told me that I shouldn't be so down on myself, and I was doing amazing things. Then all of us took off to Target to get me a new shirt for the zumbathon. They are pretty wonderful.
Anyhow, Saturday morning, I woke up early to make it to the strength toning class that Renae was subbing for. I have been slacking on my circuit training, so I thought this would be a good way to get motivated. At 8:00 in the morning (what was I thinking?) So after a spoonful of peanut butter for protein and a cup of coffee, I head out. In the toning class, we used weights, bands, a weight bar, and the bosu ball. She worked every part of us starting with our legs and moving up to our arms. It was pretty intense, or maybe it was just eight in the morning. But as I'm typing this, I can feel my abs and my shoulders, so maybe its a combination of both.
After toning, it was time for zumba. The workout was fun, but my arms were tired and I didn't feel quite in the zone. You know who was in the zone? Kelly! She was on fire and having a blast. I could tell, and it was great to see! There's a lot of new songs lately, and I'm afraid Helle Decale may have been chopped from the playlist.
So I get home, and have my shower and my pity party, then we head out to Target. After I found my shirt, we went out for lunch, where I think I had my day's worth of calories. It was sensible calories, except for the fried mushroom and the bread, but I had a wedge salad with steak medallions. A good mix of carbs and protein. Then my wonderful husband took the little one outside and kept her entertained so I could have a nap.
We left for the zumbathon around 5:00, and got signed in. We took a couple group pictures and said hello to our friends, and found a nice spot shaded by trees. Since it started at 6:00, the sun was still out, and we were in a parking lot. Here's one group pic, but I cropped it because I'm not sure everyone would want me posting their picture. =)
|Left to Right: Leti, Grace Kelly, me =), and Tangila|
There was one woman though. She got up there and didn't look like the other instructors. Probably because Zumba doesn't make clothes that fit larger women. I don't know that for a fact; I'm guessing. She was a larger woman, and she got up there and led us through a great dance, hip rolls, belly shaking, and shimmies and all. She was great! I'm over here self conscious because my shirt is tight, and she has her zumba certification and leading classes. Why do we let our perception of our limitations stop us? Why do I? As far as I think I've come, I have so far to go.
In the first two hours, we had 5 minute breaks. The last hour was a straight run through. This was the hour that we were waiting for because our friends, Leti and Jady, would be leading their dances. This is their first event as instructors, so all of us rec center women wanted to be sure to do our best and show them our support. But oh my gosh, my feet were hurting. It must have been because we were dancing on the concrete, but I think my feet were screaming expletives during that last hour. Renae closed out the show with several songs. Then she called for us to get into a big circle, which is what she does to cool us down in class. So we think we've made it to the end.
Wrong! The circle was for dance party stuff. All the presenting instructors got in the middle and did some fun stuff, while we were dancing on the outskirts. Then it was time for one more dance. Then, and only then, was it time to cool down. What a great time! The Pearland women not only survived, we rocked! I took my shoes off immediately after getting into the car. I let out a sigh of relief, which must have really been a big sigh because everyone asked if I was okay. =)
After getting back into town, a couple of us went to Chili's for a celebratory drink. I had the Patron pomegranate margarita. Now I really don't like Chili's as far as food goes, but this margarita...OMG! If you haven't had one, I definitely recommend trying it. Yummy! And certainly five hours of working out in one day merits a margarita.
So one hour of weight training and four hours of cardio! Sounds crazy, but it was fun. My only regret is that I didn't sleep a little longer this morning. I'm tired. But, I'm hoping that this will kick my body into a new gear, since I haven't lost a single pound in three weeks. >=(
Also, I think this crazy cardio day is just another lesson...you can always keep going. The voice in my head always pushes me when I'm running. I need it to start pushing me when it comes to weights and circuit training. I have no doubt that I can make it through the running portion of the Warrior Dash; it's my upper body strength and obstacles that require it that have me concerned. I cannot continue to make excuses for not doing the circuit training. Just because I'm running or going to zumba doesn't mean that I don't have to lift the weights. I can be crazy for cardio and wild for weights.