A lesson from my return to HIIT classes
My first workout class since having a baby was a little nerve wracking. Will I make it? Am I going to embarrass myself? Will I pass out? Will I puke? In front of everyone?
These were all thoughts in my head as I drove to a class nearby to give my first attempt at an HIIT class post baby. (HIIT – High Intensity Interval Training)
I took a lot of these classes before having a baby and they were tough. The first time I took one I was sore for a week. A week! And I’ve run marathons… yikes.
So I drove myself to this class thinking what have I got to lose? I loved these classes before and chances are I will love them again. I just might not be as good at them.
And honestly, that was a little hard to swallow.
But, if I really want to get my strength back, these are things I need to do. And I do want my strength back… I really do.
So I took this class and I wish I could have had a temporary tattoo on my head that said “I just had a BABY”. That way, whenever I was struggling on pushups, couldn’t quite finish that last burpee, or had to give up on that plank before I wanted to, I had an excuse right? I just had a baby people! Don’t I get a pass or something?
As it turns out, I was a little harder on myself than I should have been. Aren’t we usually?
I did a lot better than I gave myself credit for. Yes, I did just have a baby. Does that really mean I get a pass?
Here’s the thing: Who cares?
I realized as much as I want to scream out to these people that I couldn’t do something maybe because I had a baby recently (or maybe because I just couldn’t), they didn’t care. Everyone was in the class to better themselves. Everyone was there for their own personal reason. I don’t know their story just like they don’t know mine. I had a baby not too long ago but there might be people in there who are recovering from an injury. Or working out again after taking time off for personal reasons.
Or they are just a rock star coming there every day and they just might be kicking my ass. (No seriously, there were some people doing some serious ass-kicking.)
Either way, the point is, we were all there. For our own reasons. Doing an awesome workout. And we all left there with a feeling of accomplishment.
That’s just another reason I love classes like that. If you’re looking for a good workout or looking for an excuse not to do one, remember that your only competition is yourself.
And for the record, I didn’t puke. Woo hoo!
I want to encourage you to follow along in my health journey through what I learn and experience. I hope there is something you can take away from Fit Busy Female that inspires you to start taking control of your health and feeling better every day.