It’s January. We all know what that means – New Year’s Resolutions. My usual Monday RPM class, where we typically have between 3 and 7 people, depending on the weather, was packed. Four of the people in the room were brand new. Therefore, they had no idea that their instructor was largely pregnant and a few gave me looks when I walked in the room that clearly said, “Oh, well at least this’ll be a bit easier.”
We launched our newest release of RPM and this particular release is hard. Like, really hard. It’s like no other release we’ve ever done before. They’ve taken the basic format and threw it out and said, “This looks fun!”
Was it? It was! It as so fun that my 8 month pregnant butt rode 90% of it. (And then after that class went upstairs where I did another hour of teaching core and really hard lower half.)
If I could have taken a photo with my eyes of the new riders’ faces for a.) the way they looked after they finished all stunned-like and b.) the fact that I rode along side them for the majority of the class, I would. As they filtered out of the room, two of the new ones asked when I teach again (good sign!) and several others said, “Well, if she can…”
I was so high when I got home last night, so proud of myself for sticking to my plan of going until the baby came out, that when I talked to Matt, I gushed. I went on, and on, and on (and on) about how proud of myself I was. I’m not harming the baby at all. I’m just continuing on, doing my best, listening to my body and having a great time. I truly love my job.
To do something, anything, takes inspiration. We all find our inspiration in one place or another. Where do I find mine?
Here. (Taken from Lynn’s Weigh Facebook page.)
My 4 (almost 5) year old granddaughter Claire and I biked 3.5 miles and hiked a quarter mile today. She had one complete wipe out and one near miss (she was distracted by water running down a cliff). She learned how to let others pass and how to pass others on the bike trail, but best of all, she never gave up. There have been many times on that trail (and others) that I’ve wanted to just turn around and go back, but next time I feel that way, I’ll remember what Claire said: “I can do it, Grammy! My legs only hurt a little.”
Do you have a surprise inspiration like Claire?
Now 5, and running her first marathon, she continues to inspire me. Today she did 20 laps jogging around our house (inside) with a huge smile. “I’m training, Mama! I’m training for the doggies and kitties!”
Yup. She’s at it again. The Animal Rescue League personally asked her to run the Pittsburgh Kid’s Marathon for them. She had to raise a minimum of 25 dollars which she totally smashed in about five minutes. I posted a link on the right hand column, should you feel the urge to give again. I know most of you already did with the drive, and we still appreciate it very, very much. But she’s getting out the big eyes again so I’ll be donating again, I know it.
The kid’s marathon is a great concept for those who are completely unaware. No five year old can run a marathon, but over several weeks of running one or two miles, they compile every mile run to 25.2. When it’s race day, May 4th, she’ll do her final mile and turn in her running chart.
On top of that, she has to mark how many fruits and veggies she eats during the week.
My sweet Claire helps me get my big belly on that bike every week (three times a week!)
Oh, that and the fact that I was nearing a two pack before I got pregnant this go around. That, too.