Coach Jeff adjusted my training schedule to allow me to attend the weekly circuit training class at my work. Strength training, including abdominal work, has been lacking from my training. My waistline has been growing in my awareness. I want to be sure that it doesn’t grow in the literal sense as well. It seemed that I was all set.
As is my usual morning routine, I clicked over to my Outlook Calendar to view my work schedule for the day. It was a sad sight. I had a continuous set of meetings from 10 am until 4 pm. The lunchtime circuit training class was doomed. *groan*
An hour later, one meeting was being cancelled while another was being added. My day moved along and I traveled from conference room to conference room. Luckily, the 11 am meeting was short. I zipped out of there and straight to the locker room hoping not to miss too much of the class. Through the locker room wall I could hear the music starting. The warm up had just finished. I changed quickly and made a b-line to the potty.
Having had two children, I have a true appreciation of the value of having an empty bladder where running, jumping jacks, and skipping rope is involved. I had other, ill-educated, considerations where the class was involved.
Where running is concerned, I know what equipment and preparation I need. I hate exposing my uppermost portion of my legs and the built in undies of the shorts. I do have my modesty. In preparation, I had packed my tri-shorts instead of my running shorts.
Thinking of the sweat component, I had an extra bra in my bag for after class. I did not, however, pack a jogbra. The need for one became apparent at the first cardio station. Nestled between each strength station was some sort of activity that drew attention to my lack of support. These were the same movements that I had considered when taking the time to empty my bladder despite being tardy. In a room full of mirrors, it is beyond me as to why I let this consideration escape me. *sigh*
So there I was struggling, getting sweaty, bouncing around the room, and exposing my stomach roll – just like the best of them. It goes to show you that we all have our weaknesses. Yours just might be a little different than mine.