I workout. I love to workout. I know there's some workouts that are a little harder than others and that's why most of them - that I do at least - have people modifying in them. To show you how to do it when you're just not ready to do the advanced part. The part you're supposed to work up to.
I love weights. I hate cardio. I can't lift a lot but Les Mills Pump is one of my favorite programs. You use a barbell and it's what they call rep effects. Lighter weights with more reps. So you raise the barbell for the count of 3 and lower the barbell for a count of 3 and so on. There are several workouts in this program starting with a slightly easier one and you work your way up.
My own beachbody coach has been telling me lately that she doesn't like my hybrid. My hybrid is Turbofire and Les Mills Pump. She likes the programs but she doesn't like the way I put them together. She told me that I was trying too much too soon. I was like okay. I know my body and I know that I'm okay. Who cared that she's done both programs from start to finish. She wasn't me.
She kept telling me this over and over and honestly, I was like "really?" maybe I'm just stronger (not) and she doesn't know what I can handle.
Sunday was my rest day but I decided to lift instead. Now that's okay - a lot of people workout on their rest days but I wanted something more so what did I do? I chose the second hardest Pump workout they had. Now I didn't know this when I chose the workout. I knew that it was longer than I had done before and it was new to me which is what I wanted. So I worked out. For an hour. I didn't quit even though I wanted to. And then I posted it in my awesome fitness group and then my coach saw it and she told me that she didn't like my hybrid. again. *sigh* Okay fine. I will sub the 55 minute Turbofire classes for 30 minutes. If that makes you feel better. And she was happy.
Then the next day I woke up. My arms were practically stuck in position. I cried out in pain because it hurt so bad to move them. Massaging didn't help. I could barely function all day. The pain was not subsiding and I knew that I had overdid it. I knew that I should have listened to my coach. But because I was so stubborn and going to "prove" that she was wrong I ended up injuring myself.
How many times do we do this in life? Not listen to the people that have been there, done that just because we think it will turn out different for us. How many times does it actually turn out different? This was my own personal lesson in a lot of different things. Sometimes people have to fail in order to succeed and they have to do it on their own terms. Now of course the neighbor next door can do whatever she wants and it doesn't effect me, my best friend might not listen to me and it will hurt to see her hurt but it's still on her but my kids are a different story. It is not a great thing to sit back and watch your children fail because they won't listen, but I've learned that it's what I need to do. I need to let them fail. I can offer them advice and share my stories but if they choose not to listen to me, then I need to sit back and wait. Wait for them to come back through my door because they need me. And that's what I will do. I will wait. I will be here. And maybe. Just maybe they will figure it out eventually and maybe not. Either way the only thing I can control is how tight the hug is during the after effect.
