Day 11

Thursdays are my training day that I never know how to feel about because I hate sprinting but I love Zumba. In the end I think it balances out, and todays sprint actually went really well. (Hooray!) I got to the gym shortly before 8:30 to get my sprint mile out of the way and let me tell you, 8:30 is a busy time for the gym. In the entire building there was only one open treadmill and I felt lucky to get it. Anyway, I got on and warmed up by walking .30 miles on a slight incline.  The whole warm up I was dreading the run because of how last week went which wasn't the best attitude to start my short run because every day is a new day and you shouldn't dwell on the past, but it's hard to forget. After my warmup I set the speed to 7.5 and got going.

At about .70 through my mile the thought of stopping crossed my mind (I was breathing heavy, sweating hard, you get the picture) and it reminded me of a conversation I had earlier with my little Anna. Earlier today we were talking together because she has a hard decision that she needs to make.  If you know me, you know I am terrible at decisions.  They stress me out and make me feel anxious, but she is coping well with the cards she was dealt with and I know she will pick the right path. Thinking about her situation and decision making in general, I decided that for the next two minutes or so that it was going to take me to finish this 8 minute mile that I wasn't going to stop because I know I am capable of finishing it no matter how many times my mind would tell me I'm tired. I finished without stopping and it felt good. Like, real good.

Zumba went wonderfully afterwards. I love my class and the energy they bring to dance. Today I had about 30ish people.  Throughout the entire class there was this one girl who did not have a rhythmic bone in her body. She would frequently get the steps wrong, turn a wrong way, throw up the wrong hand, but throughout the entire class she had the biggest smile on her face. She was smiling, laughing, calling out, just in general having an awesome time no matter if she messed up or not. She could have been upset and walked out half way through class (I have had people do that before) but she chose to make the best of what she was doing. She chose to be the best class participant today, and it warmed my happy Zumba heart.