Friday, November 11, 2011

Strangers in Spandex

So do you remember the Fitness Challenge I mentioned way back in August? Well, I didn't. I had pretty much crossed it off of my priority list. I was so amped up to get fit and not eat cookie dough for dinner but then my life exploded and I clung to all forms of carbohydrates for comfort.

Also, Autumn decided to arrive and bring with it pumpkin cookies and salted caramel mochas.

And Claire decided to get married in a ten-day time period that didn't leave room for spinach salads and P90X.

And the judge decided to send my dad to camp and I found that emotional eating does have its rightful place in my life.

And Halloween candy finds its way to my desk and convinces me that it is a perfect meal for lunch.

However, there is a silver lining in this emotionally crazed feeding frenzy: I have begun running again. I have done it for two days in a row so it is practically a habit. And even though I loathe every second of it, I do feel a lot better afterward. It is a great time to get out some built-up aggression towards the court system and think through some strategies on how I can smuggle in a pecan pie to my dad in two weeks. You know, normal things like that.

Exercise does have its benefits, there is no doubt. I am even thinking of joining a pilates class every Wednesday afternoon. But I admit, I am a little nervous about it. As many of you may know, I lack a certain graceful quality in my disposition. And I always feel awkward when I am trying a new exercise in front of people. There aren't many situations in life when you are forced to bend and stretch next to a perfect stranger in spandex.

Does anyone else have this issue? Am I the only one that gets nervous? Would you like to join me some Wednesday and bend and stretch next to me? At least you wouldn't be a perfect stranger. And I am fairly certain I'll dig your spandex.


  1. As your office mate next door you know I LOVE Pilates and you will too. If I didn't already take those classes on Monday and Thursday, I would join you. FYI-Spandex is not required. Sweats are just fine.

  2. I'd love to join you! Let's talk about this for reals! :)

  3. I will join you if they allow crazy pregnant ladies to do pilates. I promise I will look more awkward than you.


  4. I totally get nervous! Especially when it's something that I haven't tried before! I finally forced myself to go to a class once and I picked a spot waaay in the back. I felt absolutely ridiculous and was sure that people were staring at me the whole time because most of them came to the class regularly, but in all reality, it wasn't that bad. I felt great afterwards and was able to do a lot more than I thought I'd be able to. But, even so...I didn't go back. I'm weak. Physically and mentally. I'm fine with trips to the gym, just not the classes. You can totally do it, though!

  5. Go, Sarah, go!! I am totally rooting for you - you will rock it, I know.

    On another note, I have recently started doing yoga at home and have often wondered.... how in the world do people do that in a class and not break wind? I'd appreciate an answer to this ASAP. Thank you.

  6. Sarah, I think you will do great. You rocked P90X. Especially when you, Carr and I all did it in the living room in Gage.

    And Kellie, they do. Let 'er rip.


    The Seester.

  7. Oh, I have always wanted to try Pilates. Let me know what you think b/c I'm scared to try something new like that and look like a dork. Once you are a pro, you can teach the rest of us!

  8. I don't think I own spandex, but I might be game since the office mate says sweats are OK. Really, really hate those classes, but I'd be willing to entertain the idea with such fabulous company. Maybe.