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Orange Theory, and All That Other Magic

26 Feb

img_6560Although, life the last three years has been a whole lot of running, I have been realizing through multiple talks with lots of peeps that trying something new may help me in my running quest.  So although I’ve been hanging in bootcamp once a week, I’ve also taken on kickboxing and my newest endeavor…Orange Theory.

I am a chronic over thinker. I over think about everything and I beat it to death with a stick or probably in my case a vibrator (When you sell them..you’ve got better things than sticks!)  So in one more stuck in a rut convo with my husband, he looks at me and the following popped out…

“You’re a runner. I get it. But you’re not improving any. I know you identify with being a runner, but it’s just as great to identify with being an athlete.  You are an athlete after all.  Maybe you can try things that will make you be a better runner. No one said you can’t run, I’m just suggesting you try other things to get you out of this rut.  So you can feel successful. You need to feel successful again…..and then it was like blah blah blah….blah blah blah (I’m sure I repeated things a gazillion times, cried at least twice and he rubbed his forehead from having to deal with me a couple more times.  I won’t bore you with the details.) “So you have bootcamp, you have kickboxing,  and running. Wanna try Orange Theory. ”  Um, really?  (That’s like  really expensive gift…you don’t say no to those if you’re a lady!!!) So off to Orange Theory I go…I didn’t think about it.  Thinking meant talking myself out of it.  I’m no stranger to doing things alone but every OTF chick I see is fit as hell…so I was feeling out of my element.  I’m fit enough to run, but I still jiggle.  (Yes, I said it…it’s ok to laugh for crying out loud!!!) I actually walked in to sign up with my kids, scared shitless to sign up, but I did it.  And as for not thinking, I told them to schedule me for the next day, cause there is no time like the present.  The head trainer told me not to worry, he said I’d be just fine. (I’m sure there was an evil laugh after that.)

So I went in early the next day to be fitted with a HR monitor and get an orientation from Jeremy, the head trainer.  I spent 20 minutes trying not to puke in the car because I was so nervous.  I felt like I knew going in there that I may just be the “bigger” chick of the crew and I didn’t want to feel out of place. I mean…  I just want to have a bangin’ body and run better.  I don’t want to be judged.  And talk about prejudging…it was nothing like I thought.  Jeremy set me up on the treadmill to warm up and talked to me.  “So this is a tornado class, way to start out on that one.” And then my mouth…in all of its classiness… “Tornado???? What the f*ck is that?”  Without batting an eye he quickly quips back, “It’s f*ckin’ hard, that’s what it is!”  And that’s when at last I knew I can breathe.  I’ll give these Orange Theory peeps a try with that mouth.  And I did, and I was the thickest chick in the class. But I didn’t care.  When I say thickest chick, don’t think I’m over here feeling all beached whale because that isn’t it by a mile.  I’m just saying I have lots of room for improvement.

You know what drives me nutballs about the class. All the damn mirrors.  You run on the treadmill, boom…you’re right there.  You’re sweating your ass off lifting weights… well hellooooooo there Donna. You look constipated right now, but hell yes keep on keepin’ on. Mirrors, friggin’ mirrors every-damn-where.  And I tried looking at the lights and the ceiling and anything else but me.  But my ridiculous faces kind of entertain me through the “all outs”.  No one laughs at me like I do.  No one cheers for me better than my thighs. And no one grunts and heavy breathes like me.   That’s one hour of giggles for me.  In bootcamp I spend the hour trying hard and making dirty jokes to get everyone through the hour.   But here the music is loud and it’s dim and orange. So what is there to do but look that chick in the eye and tell her to just do it…even if you look like a total asshole.  It doesn’t matter as long as you are trying hard. Jeremy checks on my foot injury and asks if I’m ok. (probably because I’m breathing harder than a hooker in heat and sweating raindrops everywhere.) Yep, I may look like I’m dying but really I’m just concentrating on where this is going to take me.

Next class, I was also blessed with Jeremy as an instructor.  He passes a comment and says, this class is light for some reason.  That’s gonna be bad for you!!!! (insert evil trainer laugh here) My response.

” It won’t be bad for me at all.  I didn’t come here for you to go easy on me.  I came here because I want better for me.  You may here me huff and puff but you’ll never hear me complain.  Wipe the floor with me, I came here ready to work. ”

He laughs and says, ‘We’re gonna get you running faster here…I guarantee it.”

And off he went, killing us all as I laughed at myself in the mirror for yet another hour. Another hour of being the bigger girl in class, but in no way mediocre.  I’ve got tons to offer.  Each of these classes bring me something different.

Bootcamp is where it all started for me.  I can’t give up Katie and Karyn although my schedule doesn’t always work.  Those people have become my family.  I can work hard and never worry that they aren’t there. Even when I can’t be there, they never are not there for me.

Kickboxing has given me a whole new outlet to beat the shit out of things.  I work on my coordination there.  I have grown to add these amazing people to my workout family.  I still look ridiculous and Brad scares the shit out of me with hard kicks and peering up over the bags like a lion peering out over his tribe. But those people are super supportive. They are pushers. I like pushers.

And now I add Orange Theory. I’m still working on my comfort level, but I love having something new to try.  It pushes me harder on my runs and I think I believe Jeremy when he says I’m going to be a faster runner.  And I can look at myself in the mirror and die laughing for 60 minutes! What’s better than that?

Why am I admitting to you that I sat in my car wanting to puke instead of going in. Why am I telling you how uncomfortable I am being “the new girl” or “the bigger girl”?  Because you have to know you aren’t alone.  You’re not. Some people fake it better than others.  I fake some things better than others.  (Not that, you dirty fool!) But the truth is even the most confident person you see has those same insecurities you do.  The most perfect of Facebook and Instagram life, know that sometimes they’re just faking it.  We have to try not to overthink it.  Just jump…all you have to do is jump. No one says it’s going to feel amazing right away…but let me tell you about how good the freedom feels.  So, just do it.  Something amazing is going to come out of it, I promise.  If you doubt it, please please please… call me. I’m always gonna have your back.

Until Next Time,

DP Babbles