Starting tomorrow, the roommates and I are doing a four-week fitness challenge. And I? Am going to win win WIN. There are never any prizes in the roommate challenges, but there is GLORY for the victor. I hope they are already preparing my laurel wreath.
It is a little weird that we get competitive about these challenges. We didn't compete with each other in college, really; we mostly had our own spheres. And if you had asked me to describe the roommate who is most likely to shout (metaphorically) "You are all going DOWN!" -- well, competitive wouldn't have appeared in my list of adjectives. But these days she's something else. When we did the Whole 30 together, she was in the kitchen making her own mayo. When she thought we were having a 7-day step challenge a couple of years ago, she logged something crazy like 150,000 steps that week. (It was actually a 30-day step challenge. She did not sustain that pace over the succeeding 23 days. You have to play the long game if you're going for the glory.)
For all of 2017 I have been reluctant to work out. This fall I signed up for a 10K training program, but I was really just doing the minimum. I found it much more difficult to get into 10K shape on 2-3 workouts per week, and it was discouraging to see how little progress I was making.
This challenge is time-based, so I am hoping to try a couple of things to shake myself out of the workout funk. First off, I think I'll hit more group fitness classes, because it's easier to work out for an hour with a group. Also, I've accumulated enough loyalty points at our gym to use them for a free personal training package. I've been thinking about trying it out for a long time. For the first chunk of the long time I kept thinking, "I don't think I'm the kind of person who signs up for personal training packages." For the more recent chunk of the long time I've been trying without success to get someone in the personal training office to call me back. But I think I'll aim a little more energy in that direction: I'd like to do some strength training, and that sector of the gym feels like alien territory.
So! Four weeks from now I will be a buffer svelter version of myself. You'll know me by my laurel wreath, friends.