After two days, and no workouts, I knew I had to get to the gym today. One day wasn't quite my fault; I had to work late, but I had no excuse for Wednesday.
I got my route for Saturday's seven-mile run. I've never run seven miles, and the map freaked me out. So although I set my alarm for 5:00 am and went to bed early, I had stress nightmares and woke up frequently. I still managed to wake up at 5, and for the first time, I made it to spin class before Matt even had his bike set up! He was so proud.
Usually spin class is mostly women, but today we were outnumbered by men. My guess is Matt felt like he needed to up the game with more testosterone in the room. After flat roading at 90 rpms for our warm up, he wasted no time adding tension to our ride. And more tension. And more tension, all the while asking us to keep our 90 rpm pace. Then he added more and had us do some jumps. Then he added more and we did some standing work including the butt busters where we only move our legs. We maintained this pace with LOTS of tension for the first twenty minutes of class. Ouch!
Even after that torture portion of the class, he was still tougher than usual. Usually we can tell when he's going to be a little tougher because he has a bigger towel. The towel was no warning indicator today, but I survived it; and I felt pretty good. Most spin classes I average 16 miles by the class's end. Today, I reached 20!
So after work, my Dad took us out to dinner to have Mexican food. I took it easy on the salsa and chips, but the salsa music was sounding pretty good. So even after knocking back a margarita and having a full salsa belly, I went to Zumba.
I really should have ran today, but perhaps I'll enjoy my runs a little more if I mix in other stuff I'm missing. I miss Zumba. But I'm thinking that after seven miles on Saturday (If I survive it) I don't think I'll be up for it. I've missed so many Saturday Zumba classes, and today, even with that stupid Ricky Martin song playing, I realized just how much I miss it. I was not in the mood to exercise, but it's just so much fun when the music starts to play loudly and you start dancing.
I don't know. We'll see. With school starting up again, I'll have to come up with a new schedule and get revitalized. I do love to run, and I love my running club. But at this point in time, it is not my goal to run a half marathon. I just want to get better. In order to keep my love for running and my quest for fitness, I'll have to keep sight of the other forms of exercising that have brought me this far in the first place.