Sunday, 24 March 2013

Motivation Monday - Flawed, Scarred, and Freakin' STRONG

This past year has been one giant no holds bar adventure. And I gotta be honest, over the past 2 months I have been struggling to muster loving feelings for this defective body of mine. Recovery has been humbling and frustrating. And rebuilding is hard - always harder than I think. I needed to reset.

I needed to to kick start my recovery and seriously adjust my grumpy-pants attitude. With a Triathlon looming and dreams of Marathon Glory - it was time to start getting serious about my training. Cycling around the city is kind of out of the question at the moment for two reasons - a) the weather is bananas and b) I don't have a bike yet... So I am keeping my training indoors for the time being and rocking it out at my favourite hybrid spin/yoga studio Spynga.

Spynga offers a ton of unique classes - everything from your typical yoga and spin classes to amazing little combos of spin, yoga, and weight training. So I woke up at 5:45 AM on Friday morning to start my weekend off right with their 45 minute Cycle Flow. It was exactly what I needed! It was a challenging sweat-fest that really pushed me to the limit on the bike and tackled rebuilding my endurance. All married with muscle building weight training to help me regain my strength. And just enough body-loving affirmations to keep me positive and moving forward. I left the studio feeling happy and restored.

I felt like me again. I was full of happy endorphins. My legs were burning in that way that secretly feels so good because you know it means you really pushed yourself. And I remembered how strong this little defective body of mine can be.

This was the little boost I needed. It was the perfect workout. So there I was running a speedy 5km with the hubby on Saturday. And tackling a full 10km on Sunday. I was back. I was training. Running Strong. Rocking out to my girlie pop beats. Getting ready to race again. This was it.

I have spent the last year feeling like I am at war with my own body - willing it to be stronger, faster, healthier. I wanted it to better. I wanted things to be different. But my workout on Friday reminded me how much this little defective body is capable of. This body is flawed, covered in scars, and freakin' STRONG. So I will continue to thank my little war-torn body for fighting this fight with me. And I promise to spend the rest of my life taking care of my body the way that it has taken care of me this past year.

We are in this together after all! And we got this! Watch out world! I am coming for you!
Love Your Favourite Darwinian Fail,