In the two weeks since I started at DefineBody, I’ve worked it hard.
So hard, in fact, it was time for a reward.
Socks are required during all classes at Define, and they sell branded socks with these sticky nubs on the bottom that keep you from sliding around. Pretty much everyone who works out there wears them, and not having them made me feel like The New Girl. I could have bought them for myself, but I decided it would be the perfect reward for meeting a goal — I could live without them, so I knew I wouldn’t just cheat and buy them anyway, but they were something I really wanted and was willing to work for.
My goal for this first month was to go at least four times a week (more if possible, body and schedule permitting). So when I hit the halfway point this week, attending my eighth class right on schedule, I decided to buy the socks.
Not only do they have fantastic gripping properties, but they also make me fit in a little better and feel more confident. Which, to be honest, I need.
Some days I feel like I belong, and other days I feel like a bull in a china shop.
Each class has been so different from the one before it; I can’t believe I’ve only been to eight classes, because I feel like I’ve had so many different experiences. From different instructors to different times of day to different levels of stress and soreness to different outfits (it matters!)…each new class has felt like three new classes.
The only thing they have in common is that each of the eight classes has been hard in some way or another.
Some mornings I can kick ass in the 6:30 class and other mornings I get back in bed because once I stand up to get dressed, I realize my legs still feel weak from the day before, so I let them rest and rearrange my schedule to make it later that night.
Sometimes I set up my mat and weights and make eye contact with the other women, and they are nice and I feel like I’m going to make friends. Other times, the unfriendly face of another woman is enough to rattle me and doubt myself for an entire class.
During some classes, I love my instructors for their encouragement and hate my body for not doing what they (and I) want it to do; during other classes I hate my instructors for making me push my tight hip flexors to their limits, and tell my hips that the instructors just don’t understand. And I also have those wonderful moments where everything just feels good — the instructor’s moves are doable and my body is just doing them perfectly.
Sometimes I have to fight for the mental stamina more than the physical; other times my mind is totally focused and all I have to do is make my abs listen to it.
I realized yesterday that going to Define four times a week is starting to feel like as much of a commitment as running four times a week for marathon training did. I enjoy it more than running, but it’s also harder than running. To run, all I had to do was show up and get in motion and I could generally convince myself to stay that way. I did it alone, and I tracked mileage, but never speed. I didn’t have a group or a coach pushing me like I do now. While getting to Define is definitely part of the battle, with these classes, I have to do a lot more than just show up.
Every class has been different but each one tells me exactly where I’m weak and exactly where I’m strong.
But the socks are really helping.