My friend sent me that meme yesterday and it’s been stuck in my head. It’s funny how quickly things can change. One minute you’re riding your beach cruiser through the neighborhood with the kids, the next minute you are being fitted for a road bike. One minute you are floating in the pool with a beverage, the next you are asking your friend to help you put on your swim cap. One minute you’re cruising the couch with a bag of Ruffles and a Netflix binge, the next minute you’re a Triathlete.
One minute, you’re drifting or feeling helpless, the next minute you’re presented with the opportunity to have an impact.
It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster week. Once a month I have a week where my teaching schedule completely changes, where I get a minute to breathe and get caught up. Owning a business – any business – means that it pretty much lives in your brain twenty four hours a day. So when I have THAT WEEK where I’m leading fewer than 10 classes, I have BIG PLANS of the paperwork I’ll catch up on and the things I’ll get done around the house and the mornings I’ll sleep in til 8 and so on. This week I thought you can really get started on your training! Biking and running and swimming, oh my!
And JUSTLIKETHAT, the tables were turned.
MrsFatass might have a REAL job owning a REAL business where she REALLY teaches fitness classes, but this week she learned that…she really doesn’t work out that much.
And this Triathlon Training is REAL working out.
And it’s REALLY kicking my tail.
As much as I encourage clients to cross train, I have done none. And I’m more exhausted in my OFF week than I am when I’m ON. Teaching classes is NOT the same as TAKING classes. TRAINING someone is not the same as BEING TRAINED. If an instructor or a trainer is looking at your class or appointment as a chance for them to get a workout, FIND A NEW ONE. Do I burn calories and expend energy when I teach? Absolutely. But it those classes are not MY workout. I’m there to focus on YOU.
But when I’m out at the track or in the pool or on the road, I get to focus on me and holy crapballs I am tired.
THANK GOODNESS for having a team. Because I could have quietly walked away two weeks ago when I
almost died totally bonked on the side of the road during a bike workout and thought I saw my life flash before my eyes realized that I have some endurance work to do. And even though I said I was going to break off and crawl ride home, for them to keep going, they rallied around me, the one who is supposed to be IN CHARGE for Pete’s sake, and delivered me safely home.
Our team is pretty amazing. I see the photos they post and the hashtags they use and the smiles on their faces and I know I’m part of something that is pretty extraordinary. The faith we have in each other is so strong. This is a big group of women that has no drama, or conflict, or henpecking, or any of those negative “stereotypes” that exist about us. Positivity and strength and wicked senses of humor abound. And with every text or photo that is sent to me, with LOTS OF EXCLAMATION POINTS to convey the excitement of a bike purchase, a run nailed, a swim lesson accomplished, another trip to the bike store, I want to just explode with pride.
Sometimes the most innocuous few words snowball into a supersized result.
And BOOM! How those tables have turned.