Week One of Warrior Challenge
Exercise this week:
Warrior with Laryssa
Roller derby training
Team Machine with Tara
+ a gazllion more walks (totally counts as I really hate walking)
This is the most active I have been in many years (I would suggest mid 2010), not just with attending gym, but in terms of finding chances for incidental exercise. I have gone to bed with aching muscles and I am enjoying the good pain. The problem is really the bad pain, that is my sad old knee which has copped a pretty good injury. My physio gave me some guidelines around exercise which has been super helpful.
In July 2016 I attempted roller derby fresh meat with Light City Derby. During the weekly training sessions I had aching feet, shin splints (or maybe fake shin splints, they bloody hurt though) and everything seemed like an effort. Even rolling around the track seemed like a big deal and I was totally buggered afterwards. Then I would grab a footlong sub on the way home and take a hot bath. To pass freshies you take a skills test which is about an hour and a half long. One half is about contact skills, which I passed entirely. The other is skating skills, which I passed about half of. My goal this round is to make it and nail some of the skills which I find really difficult.
I have been very apprehensive about going back to derby, knowing that quite a lot of the people I went through freshies with have moved up into the league. Everyone was super nice, I’m not the only ‘Freshie Again’ as I was called on Wednesday, and, best of all, I don’t have any pain in my feet or shins anymore. Skating around the track was so much easier, and I didn’t become worn out until right at the end — not bad for a two hour training session.
Growing up, Michael Jordan was a huge idol of my brother’s, and because we pretty much like the same things, I also wanted to be like Mike, except I don’t play basketball. Anyway, I always liked the things he says, and this quote is one of my favourites.
I have completed several challenges at gym, and the last one I didn’t finish, or, as we say in the wide world of reading, DNF. I knew I hadn’t succeeded, and I felt, at the time, I had some good reasons for it. Stress. Work. Not being able to get to gym more than once a week (or twice if you counted Zumba). But, worst of all, my head wasn’t in the game. I moved for work again, left Viva, lost weight for my wedding, put it on, plus heaps more… and here I am again.
This time, I have some pretty serious goals.
I want to be fit.
I want to play roller derby — not just finish Fresh Meat and pass the test, but actually be able to be in a bout… even if it is for just one jam.
I want to have another bubba, and I want to have a healthy pregnancy. I don’t want to be a high risk patient again. I want to be one of those fancy labouring in the bath type ladies (and I only have to be below 100kg to do that).
I want to set a good example for Natalie. Not by being a crazy diet mum who only eats low fat mousse, but by going to gym and loving what I do there. And I do this already — but it needs to be a better habit.
I want to be able to wear my new gold dress for graduation and look hot in it! Yes, it fits, but it will look better.
I want to sell all my plus size clothes and restart my wardrobe.
And, the first goal I ever made, at the ripe old age of five in my Nan’s kitchen, I want to live to 100 so I can get a letter from the reigning monarch.
Bring it on!