It's been a while. And I think I've started this blog post 17 different ways in my head, not to count the few here and there "I'm back" random thoughts and writings I've jotted down in the past two years that I didn't pull the trigger on.
See, I wanted to start "back up" and be that person I started to admire when reading her posts about learning how to run and setting goals and making them happen... but I got so distracted. I got lost, discouraged and then distracted again. For the past 6 months, I've put on a good act about saying how I'm trying to "get back", put that determined look on my face to head in that direction... and then slowly fizzled.
Well, here's the moment of truth. Here I stand, wanting to be the person I was 3 years ago, or at least find the fire that was once there. The person who crossed the finish line of her first half marathon. The person who was driven and didn't give up when things were hard. Someone who didn't let life get in the way and surely didn't back down from a challenge. I want to adopt a healthy and doable fitness plan and start training again. Serious training.
I want to cross that finish line once again of the 13.1 mile Flower City Half Marathon. I have a plan, and even signed up for some cross training classes through the town of Webster. I mapped out a spreadsheet of the miles I need to hit paired with 4 days of running each week for the next 14 weeks.
In 3 days I turn another year older. And I want so badly to make this a year where I start to peel back what I've added over the past 3 years. To make this year count more than I know that it can. To just being more positive and look at stress differently. I want to feel more confident in my own skin and feel that I'm being the best I can be... as me.
Last week I took a class at Compass Cycle Studio and it lit something inside of me. I have never taken a spin or cycle class in my life, and feel I that I walked into the Cadillac of all spin classes. It was an unbelievable experience. Lights remained off the entire 60 minutes and the instructor was illuminated by candles. You were able to just pedal and get lost in your workout, and just... SWEAT IT OUT.
To take this time for you to "do you" and only you.
I did just that.
I did what I could and was memorized at all the moves this instructor was guiding the class to do. Off the seat; on the seat; lean to the left, lean the right; pick up those weights in front of the bike and punch them in the air..... it was incredible.
At one point of the workout, our instructor Esther told us we were "climbing our last hill". To turn our resistance up higher, keep pedaling and when it gets hard to closely listen to the lyrics of the song.
It was very moving and {I truly believe} the exact push I needed. Something that jump started the next journey and path I'm supposed to ride.
I left class fully aware that I have it in me to find that person I liked better 3 years ago.
She's ready, and that couldn't move me anymore if I tried!
We all can use a little work...
Cheers to what lies ahead!
