Last night I went to the gym for my favourite class Body Combat. I have 2 favourites. Body Combat and Body Pump. ha ha ha. Who would of thought hey? Half way through I had to ditch. I have never given up in the whole time I have been at the gym! I literally had to walk out of the class half way through and I was fuming at myself. My back had flared up last week and the twisting and turning and kicking in combat just absolutley killed me and I had to stop. I had to be real and think about looking after myself. I knew I couldn push myself, even though I wanted to.
I went straight onto the treadmill to warm down my body. After 2 minutes of walking something inside snapped and I started running.
I ran and I didn't stop. I don't know whether it was the anger from having to walk out of the class or the determination to push myself but I ran and ran. I didn't have any music on and I wasn't measuring my distance. All I had was the timer on my treadmill. My plan was to run 3 minutes, walk 2 minutes. That's what I can do. I can run 3 minutes. Easy. Well nope I just kept running and didn't stop and I ended up running 18 MINUTES! A massive fist pump for that. That is by far the longest I have ever run in my life. I pushed myself last year and ran for 6 minutes and I thought that was pretty awesome, but 18, holy gosh! Amazing!
I caught the running bug last night.
Now I want to keep pushing myself and see where I can take this.
It was simply mind over matter. That's it. Nothing else.
Let's see where this takes me.
Love, Peace and Hope
x S.K.K x