The end of the week was pretty hard core! I woke up on Thursday morning wondering and doubting. I can't figure out what started the doubting but I am really curious why I went from positive to not so positive in a matter of a day. I was doubting and worried that I was going to quit, or not show up one day making it hard to go back the next day, or even put all this work into it and get no results. After about 30 minutes of this, I told myself to just shut up. I reminded myself of the reasons why I was doing this. I had tons of stuff that I wanted to do at home. My house was a disaster and my yard needed attention. The rain has delayed me getting out there to get the gardens ready and it is almost planting time. I decided I needed to just get up and go to the Y now, even though my planned workout time was 5pm on Thursdays. I was going to give myself an hour. I was either going to go cycle with Frances or take the circuit training class. I would go to one class, be there for an hour and then come right home and then I would get my stuff done. I needed to do it. I did it. It was great. Frances literally kicked our butts. OK, not really literally, but it was the hardest cycling class I had been to. I was very happy that I went! I think when you sweat so much, your mind thinks you got a better workout and that is just what I needed... (to trick my mind into thinking about good instead of the evil negative!)
That Jason Mraz song, I won't Give Up, has been going through my head constantly. I posted it for you to listen to. I laugh, because I feel as though I am singing this song to myself. I am telling myself that I won't give up on me. I know it may sound a bit corny, but it makes me feel good to sing it.
Later in the day Rachel gave me a call to see if we could move our walk/run time up earlier. We both had a prior engagement at 4pm that we had to be at, and she wanted to get the workout in earlier so that we had enough time at the event that started at 4pm. We decided to meet up at 2pm and walk a bit and figure out the fit fest route for this year. With Rachel's new position at the YMCA, that is one of her duties. Last year we had rain and it was inside and the year before was the first year at the new hospital. Now with the new roads in and whatnot, we needed to figure out how we were going to walk the mile with a smile this year. It was a good workout, but I did wuss out and didn't run. (I hope Rachel reads this next part) I could have ran. I could have pushed myself, but that is the problem, I won't push myself. I need someone else to push me. I was tired by this time of the week and after doing Frances' butt kicking cycling class, I was really tired. It was hot. I wussed out. So we walked.
The day wasn't over for me yet! I headed over to 4 Seasons bowling alley for a little sand volleyball. I was on a team and played sand volleyball for the first time in 16 years. When I was 21, I played almost every night. It was what we did back home that summer. When I moved to DeKalb, I really wanted to play, but it just never happened. This was my chance to play and when some of my wallyball playing friends were looking for more bodies to play, I stepped forward. Of course, I didn't really need ANOTHER thing to do, but I really had a blast. We lost all 3 games, but it was OK! We still had fun!
Friday was weight training with Sue. I love Fridays! She worked me good, showed me some new things and I love doing my pull ups and dips on the gravitron. It makes me feel like I am doing something. Although the workout part of my day may be important to my Healthy Living Tracy Blog, there is something more important that happened Friday morning. I was talking to a member while working at the desk. This member I had heard earlier in the year walking around the YMCA talking about how she loves it here because everyone is so positive. She had always interested me and I have had many conversations with her about stuff about me and stuff about her. One day I had complimented her on her handwriting and she told me that she had to learn how to write again with her hand after she had had a bad burn on her hand and arm. I had not known that and still couldn't believe how lovely her handwriting was. Today we were talking about the same old stuff and she gave me a compliment. Actually it was more than a compliment. Her words completely moved me to tears and made me happier than I had been in a long time with my job. She told me that I was the reason that she comes to the Y in the morning, to see my smile. She told me that I was a beautiful person and that I matter to the YMCA. It was perfect timing to hear. She said more that I can't remember enough to type in my blog, but she went on and that is when it was too much and the dam broke. I had to run out on the other side of the desk and give her a hug. Tears from me are pretty easy to get most of the time. Happy tears is what it was. Just nice words worth hearing once and while make you a better person don't you think? We all go through the motions at work We get up, work, go home. We do the best we can and sometimes more. We fail, we do it again, and once in a great while, we get a compliment that matters. Thank you for this.
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