Leggings. Check. Running shoes. Check. Sports bra. Check. Cute, but sporty top.
Check. Now, if only working out was as easy as choosing the outfit.
For 13 years, I was a competitive dancer. I was in the studio 5 times a week, always
away at competitions, and continuously working towards ‘distinction’ in my dance
exams. I was fit and I was active. However, that changed once I went to University — I
needed to find a new way to keep healthy.
Now I realize that for most people working out is just an ordinary part of their routine;
however, for me it has been a constant battle/search to try and find a workout regime
I honestly hate working out and I’m utterly appalled/fascinated by people who frequent
the gym, especially in the morning (what are you doing!? Go to bed). Going to the gym
stresses me out. I don’t know what I’m doing and I feel like everyone is judging me
even though I know they couldn’t care less. One year for Christmas, I actually asked for
a gym membership believing that I would commit to it. Unfortunately, I think I went for
a record of ONE time…soo bad. I just didn’t feel comfortable or motivated to purse it
so I decided to look elsewhere for my future fit bod.
My brother likes to run so I decided to give it a try — if he could do it, I could do it.
Sadly, I learned quickly that it just wasn’t for me. I think I had been running for a solid 5
minutes (and by running I mean slow jog), when my eyes started watering, nose started
running, I was wheezing…it was really sad — I don’t like to think about it. After that, I
swore I would never do it again and apologized profusely to my body for putting it
through such torture.
My next attempt was a month meal/work out plan. I actually really enjoyed the meals
since they made grocery shopping a breeze, but I still struggled to do the work outs
everyday. I always seemed to find some excuse to skip them — promising that I would
do two workouts the next day. Obviously, this didn’t happen.
For my birthday recently, I received a month of pole dancing lessons. I honestly loved
it! It was nice to be in a class with an instructor showing me the moves and then
attempting to recreate them myself. I felt so accomplished and sexy once I mastered a
move. After the month was over, I really wanted to continue with the next level;
however, I’m a poor university student at the moment. I just couldn’t afford to keep it
up, but I do plan to do it again some day.
My continuous failed attempts at getting fit forced me to reflect. Why couldn’t I work
out? Am I just super lazy? Do I give up too easily? What I realized was that working out
by myself just isn’t an option. I need someone to show me what to do. I enjoy being in
a class with an instructor. When I don’t have anyone or a fun atmosphere, I quickly lose
interest and motivation.
This fall I am fully committed to finding and sticking to a work out plan. I understand
now what I need in order to make working out a part of my daily routine. My university
offers a variety of work out classes that range from Zumba to High Intensity Interval
Training (HIIT). So far I’ve really enjoyed taking these diverse classes — it reminds me
of my time in dance. I feel encouraged and excited to go. I have someone to show me
what to do and I feel motivated to push myself. I’m happy that it’s been a really positive
and fun experience so far.
So if you’re like me, I’m here to tell you there is hope. The adventure in working out is
finding what works for you and sticking to it. So fingers crossed I make it through at
least a week and hopefully many more.