#100Days (aka What The Hell Was I Thinking?)

100day-challenge

I know.

I know.

Where the hell have I been? I know.

I won’t bother apologizing because I am likely to disappear again at some point. It wasn’t intentional. Every day, I keep thinking to myself “I really need to write something today” and then the day ends. And I didn’t write anything.

But let’s put all that aside for now shall we? I want to tell you about something that I’ve taken on.

I am sure I’m not alone when I say I watched this video and was inspired by it:

Inspired because it had been awhile since I’d taken on anything that stretched me out of my comfort zone. Cold Shower Therapy was definitely one of those things, but that’s almost old news. I’m almost at 800 days and it’s just a part of my life now. It doesn’t dawn on me, ever, not to take a cold shower. It’s just who I am and what I do now. So while it hasn’t become any easier, it’s a part of my life. Just like brushing my teeth. I’ve almost got it mastered. So it felt like the right time to take on something else.

I wasn’t sure what it was going to be, not fully. But I knew it had to be something that would stretch me outside of my comfort zone and have the ability to be an entirely trans-formative experience. I didn’t want this to be about “losing weight” or feeling good about myself. I think those are givens when we take on something we’re not comfortable with. It’s hard not to feel like a bada** when you’re doing things you’ve never done.

Sometime mid-January, I came up with the idea that I would do a #100Day workout challenge. When the idea sprang to mind, I felt sick. I knew there were things I could do…I box, kickbox, I walk, I’ve gone swimming, I’ve worked out with weights, I’ve done hot yoga…so it wasn’t as though I was going from couch to the gym. I was already working out. But my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t now what I was doing it for. I wasn’t committed to anything.

And then from somewhere…I came up with the notion that by the end of October of this year, I would weigh 100lbs less than I did at the beginning of the year. Even just writing that down makes me a little nauseous. How on earth was I going to accomplish that? Did i have a strategy? Not really. BUT what I did, to get myself started…I shared it. With the friend who owns the gym I work out at. I shared it with friends I worked out with. I shared the goal with co-workers. I just shared it. And the more I share it, the easier it gets to share. So I keep sharing it.

And now I’m sharing it with you.

I don’t know how it’s going to happen. Even now. But doing something for 100 days seemed like a great place to start. So, I chatted with a friend and fellow boot-camper and asked her to join me in the madness. She agreed. on February 1st, we both started our #100Days. And let me tell you something. It has not been easy. Today is Day 12 and yesterday I was about ready to call it quits. As I was on Day 4. My body hurts all the time. I go to crazy a** bootcamp Sunday/Monday/Wednesday and Friday. Friday is the worst. It’s a class I can’t even fathom having done in the past. For a myriad of reasons. I would look stupid. I wouldn’t know what I was doing. I’d be embarrassed. Etc. etc. etc. All of the thoughts/reasons that keep us out of the gym in the first place, no? Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday I box. Which I love.

I’ll admit though, every once in awhile..I want to do something different. Monday I walked and did some stuff at home. Thankfully through the power of Pinterest, I managed to find some at home workouts that are almost as crazy as the one’s we do at bootcamp. Walking is fine, especially when my legs hurt a lot from all the stupid squats. It loosens up my legs and my hips and I sleep better. Oh. Speaking of sleep. I have to be pretty mindful on making sure I get enough of it. Although with the Olypmics on right now, I’ll be honest…I’m having a tough time dragging myself away from the TV. However, I’m inspired by them, so it can’t be hindering anything.

So far, Day 4 and Day 11 are notably the toughest points…so far. I’m going to be honest, every day is pretty tough. But some days are easier than others. If I know I have someone counting on me to show up at the gym, it’s easier to go. Friday night was the first time I couldn’t finish. 45 minutes into the class, I had to call it. My elbows hurt from all the push-ups and my knees hurt from all the squats and all I wanted was to go home and eat an entire bag of epsom salts to see if it would help the soreness go away. I opted for a bath with them instead. Last night, Day 11, I asked for a pep talk on FB and boy oh boy did I get one. I have amazing people in my life, and the support and encouragement and the kick in the pants I needed came from all of them yesterday.

So I went home, put my music in my ears and had a killer a** dance party, complete with push-ups, sit-ups, wall sits, crunches, lunges, and squats, in my house. Whoa nelly. Now THAT was super fun. Sometimes, the most unconventional of workouts is all we need to break up the monotony.

Yes. I could’ve taken the day off and given my body the rest it needed. I could’ve done that. But I promised: 100 days. Cindy had already done her work out. (the friend who agreed to join me), so I felt like I’d be letting her down. But more so…I knew I’d be letting myself down. I knew I had Day 11 in me. I just needed to give birth to it. When I left the class last Friday 15 minutes before it was over, I didn’t feel bad. I knew my body needed to stop. I knew I’d pushed past a limit and it was time to stop. But yesterday…yesterday I just didn’t FEEL like it. No other reason. Well. I often don’t feel like doing things. But if I promised myself I would…I would.

And I did.

What I’ve noticed over the past 11 days are all the thoughts that happen throughout the day. All the old negative messages that I’ve been listening to my whole life that all of a sudden get louder and louder as I get to my scheduled workouts. The chocolate that calls out to me instead of eating the carrots and celery I packed for my lunch. THOSE are the worst culprits. The workouts are easy compared to dealing with those nigglies.

So. I’m here to tell you…no matter what happens, no matter what demons show up and tell me “I can’t” “i shouldn’t” “you’ll look stupid” “don’t embarrass yourself”…I’ll finish out these 100 days without injury. And without compromising anything.

Stick around. You may find something in my process that inspires you. You just never know…

Rita

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