Tonight I took a beam pilates class at my local fitness center. Typically I gravitate toward cardio classes where I sweat my ass off -it's what I know and love. Way back when I was an athlete and could wear a size four (yes, I did once), I have always associated the amount of sweating to gauge if my workouts were hard enough.
Throw in a beam fit and some pilates moves and you just threw this girl off her game.
I came to find out that I'm lacking balance. I have a little but I really need to focus on improving it. The instructor kept telling us to not look around because it would throw off our poses, so I was trying as hard as I could to kick forward, squat, kick forward, squat, kick forward and then stretch all the way back on a five inch wide beam.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself because my right side is much better balanced then my left side. I would do really well for a few reps and then fall off when she got a little more tricky with the all the magical leg circles and squat/lunge positions.
After an hour of laughing at myself but getting a great workout in, I felt extremely refreshed with a little bit of bruised ego because my balance isn't exactly what I thought it was after all. Because I've been pretty busy at work, I really have fallen off my workout wagon.
I feel SO much better when I'm working out. Everything is better in my life. I eat better. I am less stressed (as my dad so matter-of-factly pointed out to me last week.) I sleep better. I'm better to be around. I feel better. My mood is better.
So, I've decided, that I've made enough work/life/personal excuses and it's time to give myself a swift kick in the ass and get back into shape. Focus on getting me back into routine while making my butt and legs smaller all at the same time.
After all...that Cleveland half marathon isn't going run itself, now is it?