Shedding Pounds Like a "Woman"

As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve been dealing with a torn ankle tendon since last October.  So for almost an entire year, I’ve been unable to run at the intensity I want to, even going months in a row without running at all.  My ankle is still in pain, and since I had to pay out of pocket for the doctor visits, MRI, and surgery, I don’t want to run through the discomfort in fear that I might do irreparable damage.

In any case, this year of inactivity has caused me to gain an unwanted 12 pounds.  Suffice it to say, I’ve been feeling like a fatty, and would tremendously like to drop that unwanted weight.  For the past two weeks, I’ve been eating healthy, and been losing weight slowly, but being an athlete, I know that working out is what will really help me drop the weight and keep it off.  Since any impact with my foot is out of the question, I’ve had to ride my unhappy ass on the stationary bike I have at home.  (The only plus to that being that I get to watch an entire episode of Dr. Who while I’m doing it.)  However, being a runner who’s accustomed to enjoying the great outdoors, and being currently unemployed and stuck inside all day, the stationary bike is horrendously boring to me.  I needed something to spice up my workouts, and despite my mild efforts, Pilates on YouTube wasn’t cutting it.

Enter Jess: my running buddy’s daughter who just returned home after finishing grad school.  She’d heard of my ankle problems and that I needed some motivation to work out, so she invited me to go with her to check out the FitClub class on the sands of Redondo Beach.  The free class basically entails 30 minutes of yoga-like stretching (or dodgeball for the non-gimps) and 30 minutes of rotating stations for strength, cardio, and agility.

On the morning of the first class, I rolled out of bed around 6:45, wiped the sleep out of my eyes, got dressed, and threw my hair up in a messy ponytail.  I knew I looked like shit, but I was about to get sandy and sweaty at the beach, and figured everyone else would look as mangled as I did.  Nope.  Many of the girls present had, at minimum, their eye make-up on.  One girl straight up had her thick cat-eye eyeliner going on with some pink lipstick to finish her look.  Basically, I felt like an ogre compared to everyone else there.

THEN, as we were gathering and more and more people arrived, I realized that every single person around me was incredibly fit already.  I was literally the fattest person there, and even though it wouldn’t hurt for me to shed 15 pounds, I am in no way overweight! (Well, my fat percentage could be lower, but it’s still in the “average” range!)  I started to panic a little, thinking that I was about to make a major fool of myself, but then at the last minute, 20 more people arrived, and among them were a couple regular looking peeps like myself.  I was instantly relieved.

The circuits were actually really fun, and I was a bit bummed that my ankle prevented me from participating in the cardio or agility stations (believe you, me: I tried…the Mexican/German mutt that I am is chock full of stubborn!)  I was also happy to see others sitting out at times or taking breaks at their stations; even some of the really fit ones!  It made me feel better about not being able to do a single crab walk step at my very last station.  The workout ended with a protein shake party at their nearby gym.  Okay, so it wasn’t so much a party as it was a bunch of fit people with dried sweat enjoying some recovery shakes to some music bumping out of big speakers, but it was still cool.

They offer these free classes every Thursday and Sunday morning, and I’m definitely looking forward to going again!

But next time, I’ll put on some make-up.

Or in my case: "Don't Be a Manly Girl."