Do you ever have those mornings when you wake up, put your feet on the floor, and then you stand up and think to yourself, "Well, that was a bad idea yesterday" about something you did the day before?
For most people, I suppose such a feeling might be felt in conjunction with a hangover.
For me, it's in conjunction with my visit to the gym yesterday.
I've been trying to not get too carried away as I get back into running about about 6 weeks of hardly running at all. Case in point? I only ran 6 miles last weekend instead of my usual 10. (However, I intend to get back to that 10 quite quickly since I need to start building on it for the next marathon.)
Yesterday I headed to the gym to do the first speed workout I've done in a while. I had it all planned out... a mile warm-up, and then I'd do 6 1/4-mile repeats at a ridiculously fast pace. I knew that I needed to stick with only 6 so that I could make it, and I wanted to go fast so that my legs could see what that feels like again.
I finished up around 4:10 and realized that a class was about to start at 4:15 that I used to take pretty consistently until a few months ago. It's called a 20/20/20 class, and the idea is that it is made up of 20 minutes of cardio, 20 minutes of core work, and 20 minutes of strength training. I knew it'd be a tough workout, but in the 10 seconds I debated whether or not to go I decided that I need something to kick my butt back into gear as I start getting myself in marathon mode again.
What I didn't know is that the class is no longer taught by one of the female teachers that I've done classes from many times before. I walked in to find a rather large man wearing an army shirt. I hoped that maybe he is just incredibly supportive of the army and not actually IN the army. This turned out to be a waste of hoping.
This class definitely kicked my butt. We jumped rope. We ran laps (this after I had already done about 3 miles with my previous treadmill workout). We did jumping jacks. We did stuff on the step. We did crunches and other fun ab things on the ball. We did the phantom chair. We lifted free weights. We lifted a bar. We used the bands. We used the bosu. And I was dripping sweat the. whole. time.
As tough as it was, I have to admit I kind of felt like a bit of a bad a$$ the whole time. I mean, despite the fact that I haven't really been on top of my fitness routines lately, I still managed to do everything for the whole hour. Yes, it was hard. Yes, it hurt. But I did it. I walked out feeling tired and incredibly fulfilled.
But it sunk in this morning. My armpits have never been quite so sore. I guess it HAS been a while since I did anything with weights. And oh my legs and hamstrings... it hurts to walk.... as in I'm more sore now than I was after my three marathons. However, it's a good kind of sore. It's a soreness that lets me know I did something that is going to make my legs all the more stronger. That's a great feeling.
Needless to say, I won't be running today. My trip this weekend will also keep me from running, but I should be getting on track better next week and able to stick to my schedule after that. It definitely felt good to challenge myself a bit yesterday and do a little bit extra to start getting by body back to where I want it for my marathon training.
Also, and this is rather random, but does anyone else LOVE listening to 90s dance music when you work out? I realized in the class yesterday that all of the old tunes like "Everybody Dance Now" and "100 Percent Pure Love" really do pump me up. I went home last night and did a search on iTunes for 90s dance music and found so much stuff that I remember hearing back in the day at the rollerskate center. I was cracking up that I still knew so many of the words! But I totally downloaded a bunch of it. I think there's something special about that genre of music from that decade that really helps when pushing through a workout.