Driving a Fleet of Struggle Buses

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Good morning! So, after that uber-intense fitness test yesterday, I’m not sure if I have delayed muscle soreness or I’m actually dying. I’m so sore! And, I felt as if myself and my classmates (from small group training) were driving a fleet of struggle buses this morning in Sarah’s bootcamp. Daaaayyyuuummm!

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Today we did a group challenge, where the class was split up into 5 groups of ~5 people in which we had to complete 120 renegade rows, 120 kettlebell swings, 120 shoulder presses, 120 sit-ups and 120 box jumps total in our group (so, 25 each) in under one minute for each exercise. However many challenges we did not complete, we had to run the equivalent amount of sets of stairs (I’m the slowest ever at sit-ups, so one of those times was me! Sorry, Bootcamp!). Then, we got to do the whole thing all over again with various modifications each round. SO INTENSE. My shoulder pressing and renegade rowing were not up to par today (understatement) and the one muscle group I had left that wasn’t sore (abdominals) is now feelin’ it due to the V-ups and bicycle crunch sequence toward the end of class. I can’t wait to see how I feel tomorrow, hooray! πŸ˜›

This morning, I also did something I (literally) never do. I weighed myself at the gym (I wanted to know how much weight I was lifting in the assisted pull-ups we did the day before). I don’t own a scale, because I don’t want to fall into a obsessive and compulsive weighing-myself-every-damn-day and stressing about the number on the scale routine. It’s not helpful or productive to my end goal, and frankly – it doesn’t matter. What my body can do is what matters. Knowing that number isn’t going to make me run faster, jump higher, lift heavier or perform better. It only gives me something unhealthy to obsess about, so I leave it be.

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I was about 10 lbs off of what I thought I weighed (I was +9 of my “normal” body weight). First thought: “Holy sh*t! I’m huge! Maybe my flip flops weigh two pounds?” (sad face). Second thought: “Wait a minute. Dude, that’s gotta be all muscle. Holy f***! I’m a beast!” So many gainz, bro.

When I start to feel like this, I remember why I’m at the gym in the first place. I’m training for ME, I’m training to get strong and surprise myself at what my body can do. I want to do one gorgeous, unassisted pull up. I want to jump on a stack of boxes that’s taller than my pants inseam. I want to decrease my running split times. I want to kick my fastest sprint time in the teeth. I want to be the better, stronger me.

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It’s when you’re sore and tired and cranky from knowing how much you weigh and trying not to feel weird about it that you need to remember: think of how far you’ve come. Think of what you can do. Think of how strong you are. Think of everything you’ve achieved with all of the hard work you’ve put in. You’re going to let a number on the scale diminish all of your hard work and what you’ve achieved?

Let me outline the appropriate response to that question.

First of all:

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Secondly…Just no:

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State the obvious:

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Wait, what was that?

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And after you’re done reminding your reflection how great you are:

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Sometimes, we all need a reminder: you got this. You’ve come so far, and you’re killing it. It’s not easy, but you got this. And then, you can pull the struggle bus over to the side of the road and get off.

Hope you all are having a great day today!

With warmth,

L ❀

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