Rarely, if ever, do I regret a workout. There have been many times when I didn't feel like a workout, but once I did it, I was happy I made the effort to get started. This morning I was eager to fit something in, but in hindsight, wished I had just skipped it.
Part of my problem was being a little stressed with "other things." I have three editing assignments to get to, two laundry baskets of clothes collecting dust (I once posted I'd only allow ONE basket of clothes to go unfolded, ah well...) and the other loose ends that are accumulating, like planning a birthday party for my soon-to-be 5-year-old twins--can't underestimate that!
So I got up early to make way with the editing. When I had read more medical scripts than my eyes could take I started thinking about how I wanted to move my body. Swim? Yoga? Spin? Barbell Strength? Therein lies the first problem. My best advice (not that I always heed it myself) is to have a workout plan, preferably the night before, if not for the whole week. Sure, plans are prone to dissolve in the chaos, but it gives you something to aim for and--this is important--gives you preemptive status with your partner. If I had arranged workouts with my husband the night before I would have been able to set that plan in motion. Instead, just as I was thinking I'd get to the 8:15 a.m. spin class, he kissed me good-bye on his way to the pool for his own swim.
OK, that was fine. Plan B was a swim of my own or yoga class. Swim? Yoga? Swim? Yoga? By the time I made it to the gym I was 5 minutes late to yoga class with my swim gear packed if I decided to get in the pool. That was a half-hearted commitment, I really needed to get to the grocery store. Could I come back and swim later in the afternoon? Was I high?
Once on the yoga mat I decided to make the most of yoga. I had one hour. One hour of yoga was sufficient. I've neglected the stretching/balancing/lengthening aspect of my fitness routine. So, I decided, I would be present in yoga and feel good about making it there.
But the yoga instructor really got on my nerves. Her voice, so saccharin, and soooooo slow. I know it was an attempt to make us feel relaxed, but it reminded me of the Saturday Night Live skits about the takes on NPR (please tell me you've seen Alec Baldwin's Shweaty Balls). I tried to tune it out, to focus on the task at hand, but then she kept doing the same poses over and over. I got bored. I started thinking about everything I had to do. I started to hate myself for being so irritated with this very nice woman for not having the kind of class I wanted that morning (and the class was full, so I'm sure she had plenty of happy customers).
What I really needed was just to stay home that morning. Get things done. Lessen the stress load. I suppose my muscles got the lengthening they needed,even if I couldn't hit the mute button. But would a day off had been so bad either?
All I know is I'm running in the morning before my husband's bike ride and he's going to hear about it tonight. My plan is in motion, so I will be too, and not have any regrets.
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