Although this shouldn’t be too surprising as it was all part of the plan – remember?
I was going to join a gym to gain access to a pool + weights so I could train for my summer half and triathlon, and then see where the mood took me from there.
And this week my mood said: sister friend, $200 a month for a gym membership is not going to fly any more.
Aside from the obvious hole in my wallet, I was also struggling with a very real thing I think we all go through from time to time: a hole in my motivation. It was MIA. Totally lacking. Like zero. None. Zip.
I had no problem getting to the gym multiple times a week to bike, swim, and lift all summer long. I had a huge goal to crush and knew I needed to get to work. But after I crossed the finish line at the New Jersey State Triathlon, I found myself almost dreading the gym. Not working out, really – but the gym itself. The bumping music. The crowded weight room. The general clamor of busy people wanting to see and be seen.
To help me get over the hump, I tried to write myself little workouts to do, which gave me a sense of purpose and a temporary goal to reach. I’d do 16 minutes of hiit, foam roll, grab a chilled eucalyptus towel, and quickly scramble to the locker room. When that started to fail, I began to take just about any class I could get into. Step aerobics. Body barre. Spin. Restorative yoga. Pilates. All of which were okay, but not something I’d make a priority to get to at the beginning or end of each day. There’s something about classes at big gyms – they just don’t feel quite the same as what I remembered getting at a boutique studio.
So I sat myself down and had a nice long talk about priorities, goals, and what it would take to light that motivational spark again.
Signing up for another race? Probably, but the next one on my radar isn’t till 2016. I’ll need to see what I can sort out in the near term.
Going back to what I love best? Fit crashing different gyms around the city and discovering new ways to sweat, feel good, eat well, and have fun?
So it’s settled then. I walked into Equinox yesterday and gave them the news. That it wasn’t them, it was me, and I was thankful for the memories but needed to move on. And by that I mean move on to playing the field again, because The Fit Crasher isn’t The Fit Crasher for nothing.
To help kick things off, FitReserve generously gifted me 10 free classes to use at their partner studios. So for the month of October, I will be testing out their service and reporting back with lots of new sweaty adventures.
Here’s to getting my groove back and resurrecting my old fit crashing ways. Onward + upward!
Have you tried FitReserve? Where should I go first?