It seems there is one really big lesson that I refused to learn until about a week and a half ago. I was sick during my last Tribe class and I decided to power through. This was a poor decision. I ended up knocking myself down a few pegs and missed an entire week of work and Tribe. A whole week!
The lesson here is that when the sick is in the chest... you stay home. Head colds? No big deal. Bronchitis? Bigger deal. Almost pneumonia? Don't be an asshole.
So, there you have it. The same goes for sore muscles versus an actual injury. Sore muscles usually feel better after a stretch, injuries go the opposite way.
Listen to your body, give it time to heal or recover or face the obvious consequences of making things worse.
I'm really not that smart am I? Ugh.
I returned to Tribe on Saturday when I did a makeup class. I was operating at about 90% so I didn't push it and I honestly didn't think I would finish the workout, but I did! I took my time, drank my water, breathed deeply and just kept checking in on myself. It was a great workout (they all are) and I even had two other Punishers with me! K.C. and Nick (aka West Side) were there as well and it was pretty awesome to have some familiar faces.
Which brings me to....
Ever since Tribe started, I haven't been to the gym and not run into someone I know. This sounds silly and maybe not a big deal, but it really is. There is something very, very cool about walking into a space and someone knowing your name. It makes the space feel like your space. When I first joined the gym, and I think this is pretty common, you tend to stick to areas you are familiar with. I would assume I was being judged (I wasn't) or gawked at (I wasn't) or just totally out of my element (I wasn't). If you're a regular at a bar or a restaurant or a coffee shop, you know what it feels like to have someone know your name. To know a little about you, to appreciate you being there and having a shared goal or a common interest. It makes going that much easier. It makes me less likely to want to procrastinate or make some lame excuse why I can't go to the gym. Knowing people there makes me want to go there.
I can't explain it more simply than... I like those people and I like how I feel when I do the things at the place. Eloquent stuff right there.
I got to see the White Board with tomorrow's workout on it. Folks, burpees are on there. One hundred of them. Fifty to start, fifty to finish. And double unders (jump rope twice around per one jump) which after trying for way too long today I still cannot do.
Did I mention tomorrow's workout has a hundred burpees? If you pray, I'll take them.
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