Perseverance

This week has been great week!  I had to forgo dance class this past Monday due to weather conditions but did my first fitness evaluation with my coach and my cousin, who I convinced to join my coach and I on Tuesday.  I pushed myself as much as I could and kept a smile on my face.  I was proud of myself!  Those damn planks got the best of me though, so it's something to attain as a near future goal!  :)

Wednesday was my first stretch class.  Fearing I'd feel the same way as I first did when I went to this establishment, I went with more positive attitude, in hopes to vanquish my fears.  It somewhat helped.  It was a small class, which was great.  I'm unsure if it's my positive attitude that is going to push me to go to the next class or the $150 I paid 2 weeks ago, but I'll see this course to the end.  LOL!  The class was difficult and myfitnesspal doesn't add up burnt calories for this type of stretch workout properly I entered it as Hatha Yoga stretching! (which isn't far from the truth really).  This class was strenuous and hard!... my arms were shaking!  (probably one of the reasons why they've been so sore this week!)  I'm going to keep at it!  Perseverance is key! 

Epic Failure

Two weeks ago, I took a pole dancing class.  In 5 words: it was an epic failure.  Never in my life have I felt the way I did that day.  I felt embarrassed, frustrated and angry with myself.  Embarrassed of my weight, frustrated at my lack of ability to "work the pole" and angry with myself for being such a perfectionist and being so hard on myself.   My weight has never stopped me from doing things like this before but as I stood at the pole in the back of the class, apart from everyone, I couldn't help myself to look at the other beginners that were there that evening.  They were all slim and had no issues with doing the "martini" move (pic above) or any other basic spins on the pole.  I, on the other hand, could not seem to do ANY of them.  I was able to take my feet off the floor ONCE and was thrilled but even though the teacher encouraged me, I knew she was only patronising me.  *sigh*  I felt a lump in my throat and wanted to flee within the first 10 minutes.  Despite my emotions, I stuck it out for the remainder of the class (it was a good workout, however frustrating).  It obviously isn't for me (hubby is relieved!) but I did, however, register for their stretch class.  I figured it would be a great workout to loosen up my hips and help me become more nimble.

New Year, new goals.

Many months have gone by since I've last posted.  The sprained ankle ended up being 2 fractures and an achiles splint, and due to the pain in my ankle, I've slowed down on my exercises and training for my 5k marathon.  It didn't, however, stop me from doing it!  I walked the majority of the time, at a medium to fast pace, but did manage to run the last little bit at the end, making me proud to say (however brief) that I ran!  LOL. 

This year will be amazing, I just know it.  I need to find my skinny self (she's in there, I know it) and get acquainted with her.   This is not a new year's resolution as resolutions tend to be broken, but a promiss to myself to eat better, feel better and to exercise more. 

Dancing has kept me somewhat limber and is a great cardio (especially dancing for almost 2 hours doing the cha cha and the triple swing!) so am hoping that my ankle will feel good while training to run. 

Thanks coach for being there for me and encouraging me for my first marathon.  It may not seem much to folks, but it means a lot to me.

My coach and I!

Onto a great year and to new goals.  Let's make what seems impossible, possible! :)