It’s been a long time since I’ve talked fitness.
Too long really and the Hubby has been asking for more Fast Feets. Considering his chances of mad monkey love increase exponentially with every workout I do, I can’t say I blame the man.
I’ll be honest, I haven’t been talking much about exercise lately because there hasn’t been much exercise. In July, right after completing The Tough Mudder, I took a break. Not only was it fine, it was exactly what my body needed after months of vigorous training.
Since then though, I’m having trouble slipping back into workout mode, and it’s no longer fine. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.
I workout to relieve stress.
I’m not looking for washboard abs or a thigh gap, although at thirty-five years of age, I sure would like my jiggly bits to be a little less jiggly. What can I say, gravity happens, and you can’t botox everything. Alright maybe you can, but I wouldn’t know.
Work has been insanely busy lately and since I’m still adjusting to going it alone at home most days, my stress levels have been high. I used to work out on my lunch hour, and it was magical for me. Think rainbows, puppies and kittens with a dash of ass kicking thrown in since I’m a balls to the wall kind of workout girl. Getting my gym on at lunch time provided me with a welcome break in the middle of an otherwise busy day. It was a great outlet for my stress.
For reasons outside of my control, my lunch time work outs are no more. I’m waiting, none too patiently mind you, for the brand new gym near my office to finally get its act together and open for business. It was supposed to be ready September first, but it keeps getting pushed back two weeks, two more weeks, and yet another two weeks. I have no idea when they plan to actually open now. Maybe, hopefully, the middle of this month. What I do know is when they finally open those damn doors, I will be the first one barreling through, and I do mean barreling. Small children and the elderly might want to step aside because it has been far too long since I’ve had a strong hour-long outlet for my stress in the form of a spinning or boot camp class.
In the meantime and in order to keep my special brand of crazy at bay, I’ve been running after work. Sadly I don’t have time to do it everyday, and while I haven’t been running far, I certainly have been trying to run fast.
Earlier this week, I hit a personal record. I managed to tackle an entire mile in just under nine minutes. I suspect this is nothing for the serious runners out there, but considering six months ago I could barely run pain free and a mile took me on average, twelve whole minutes, this is a vast improvement, and I’m going to pat myself on the back. Of course I am; it’s be weird if I did anything less.
While I still don’t love running, I can absolutely say I don’t hate it either. In fact, since it’s become my mental life line, I might be developing a small spot for it, in my other wards tough to crack, heart. This song helps too; it’s become my new favorite in my “get your ass out of the house and run” playlist.
Do you consider yourself a runner? Why do you workout? Weight loss, stress relief, mad monkey love, all of the aforementioned?