Last week was a first. Thanks to a sum total of 14 inches of snow and more-subzero temperatures that shut down schools, streets and life, I did not teach a single class. Not one.
And it was weird. Like I didn't know what to do with myself and my workouts. Because I didn't.
Wednesday, the gym made the decision to cancel class - a good thing as I couldn't get my car out of the driveway. I squeezed in some "No More Trouble Zones" while Mark and Miles watched a movie. I took it a bit easy in the hopes that I could hammer my Thursday class at the Y but the roads were still iffy and no one showed.
"OK," I thought. "There's always Saturday."
Except there wasn't. No one showed up to my class then either. I did do some push-ups and planks while I waited it out. It was a bit disheartening, to be honest, as there was no apparent reason for people not to show. I thought, maybe, just maybe, it could be an increase in the drop-in price (membership is tiered) but the front desk hadn't taken complaints. The nice guy offered to go back and take it but I opted to save my legs for the race and went to the store.
If it happens again, I might have to take him up on it ... or trying something new. A week without structured strength is fine, maybe even a good rest. Two weeks? Not so much. And, for me, there's just something about the power of group fitness. I like teaching (even if people don't like me, I guess) and it pushes me to work harder, be stronger, do better ... than I do in the basement.
The week, in training:
Tuesday: 5 miles, hills
Wednesday: 20 minutes on trainer + 30 minutes Jillian Michaels
Thursday: 5 miles
Friday: 30 minutes elliptical + 17 minutes summit trainer
Saturday: 9.85 miles
Sunday: 3.25 miles