Kim Zay Weight Loss

Missing spin today wound up turning into one of my best workouts yet. Why you ask? Well, lemme tell you.

It didn't start out that way.

Backstory: My gym recently opened a new location that offers spin classes. It's the only one in the chain with them so they're a bit of a hot commodity and fill up FAST. As in, 'you gotta get there at least 15 mins early to request a "spin card" and put it on your bike' fast. It's super annoying and that coupled with the fact that this gym is a good 20 min drive (my local gym is less than 10) and there is never any parking, is beyond obnoxious. But whatev, I LOVE spin, so I deal.

So today, I get to spin 20 mins early and the desk jockey tells me he just gave away the last spin card. DAMN IT! I'm heated so I immediately turn around to walk out. I seriously considered heading home for about 1/2 a sec except I was pissed I drove all the way there, not to mention I set my alarm this am for it. So I turn back & head in.

I stand there for a sec before I decide to hop on the elliptical while I think of what to do. I'm totally unprepared for anything but spin. No ipod, no headphones. No reading material or any other sort of entertainment. I'm not wearing my high impact bra (read: the 2 bras I usually wear when I run to prevent black eyes) and I know these gym pants are a little big and I usually wind up yanking them up every few mins whenever I'm running. This is gonna suck.

I decide I'll do 20 mins on the elliptical & head out. Better than nothing.
20 mins is up & I'm feeling great so I head over for a short run on the treadmill. I don't have my ipod so I can't do c25k but I'll just run until I'm tired.

So I run. And I keep running. And I'm feeling better with every minute. I've got nothing but my thoughts but that's all I need. I'm so focused on my breathing & my stride that I'm surprisingly not bored & the time is passing fast.
I'm 10 mins in and decide I can def do another 10 mins. 20 mins & I decide I'm going for atleast 25 since I already ran 20 earlier in the week. 25 mins & I realize I'm at over 1.5 miles. I'm halfway to 5k! I decide I'll go until atleast 30 mins. A solid 30 min run sounds good. I'll be proud of that.
30 mins in & I'm so close to 5k how can I stop now. I'm gonna finish this. I keep going. Run. Run. Run.
I lift my towel & peek. 35 mins, almost there!
37 min & I've just run 5k. A 5K!

Say wha?!?!?

Umm, wow. I actually did it. I ran for over 3 miles straight. A 5k! And I felt great. And I felt like I could have gone for longer. And I wasn't sore. And I wasn't huffing & puffing like I would in the past after only 2 mins.
I'm feeling proud. Strong. Happy. Invincible. Speechless.
37 mins. 3 miles. 5k. My new marathon.

And now I could care less about why I came here. What I missed. What I was so angry about. I did something better. I pushed myself 10x's harder. I accomplished something I never have.

5k baby! And that much closer to becoming a runner.