Every muscle from my waist down is sore. My quads are screaming, hamstrings tense, glutes a little on the tender side, but it’s all worth it.
I have told you all before about my love for the Nike Training Club (NTC) Ap. It is sleek, well thought out, simple to use and understand, and it rewards you for working out! (ok really it just gives you more free workouts but I love seeing my minutes rack up!) The work outs are designed to challenge your muscles and get you moving in different ways each time you work out. There is a lot of cross training so you mix strength with cardio to get the best results in the shortest amount of time, the work outs are only 30-45 minutes and there are 15 minute focus work outs for when you feel a certain area needs a little extra push. That all being said, I am not here to make you down load this ap or even to believe in it as strongly as I do; I am here to tell you a story about Just Do(ing) It.
It is really easy to become… comfortable in life.We build our routines and find our rhythm and thats that, we don’t like to stray from the comfort zone. The thing is, personal growth and genuine life experience often come out of moments of discomfort, moments where we have to stretch ourselves.
Some friends of ours (the original profits of NTC) had been asking us to join them for a Nike Training Club event for quite a while. Every week we had a reason not to go, granted a few of those times I was sick or out of town, but still, it mostly came down to nerves. What if we aren’t athletic enough (because I sure as hell am not athletic. Do I enjoy working out? Yes! Could I ever play a realsport, NO!)…What if we look ridiculous? On and on it went. Finally, after putting it off for so long, we decided to get over ourselves, follow Nikes lead to Just Do It and joined our friends for NTC.
We climbed the stairs to the roof of the Montalban Theater in Hollywood, the air frosty on the unusually cold LA night. Ever one stood around the court, stretching, talking, laughing, Drew and I stood dreading the inevitable pain that was about to be (self)inflicted upon us. The music started, base reverberating through our chests, I close my eyes and think, “let’s do this”. Move after move, up, down, side, jump, push, pull, burn, sweat. The cold fades, the heat of breath, body, and muscle takes it’s place. Go, don’t stop, we are nearly there, the trainer is chanting at us as the sweat drips from our shaking fingertips. One more, breath, stretch, and we’re done. The time passed in a blur, what were we so afraid of again?
We said our goodbyes and headed home. While in the car Drew and I talked about how easy it would have been for us to just stay home, do our own workout and not worry about taking all the time to drive up there, park, train, and then drive back… but that wasn’t the point. The point was the experience, the energy, the movement that flows when you are with other people who are sharing in the moment… or the pain in this case.
After the workout Ryan, the trainer, asked us if we liked it, we said we did, he asked if we would be back… Absolutely!