Week Three of Camp Gladiator is in the books. It was HIIT (high-intensity interval training) week. I feel so athletic even typing HIIT. I won’t mention that I looked it up to see if I was supposed to put periods between the letters or not. I’m still more wordsmith than athlete.
HIIT routines involve short bursts of high-intensity exercise with short rest periods in between. My trainer, Matt, said on more than one occasion, “Everyone needs to work at their own kick-butt pace.”
I don’t think I’ve ever had a kick-butt pace before. Take one look at my butt, and you’ll know it’s true. But this week, I pushed myself as hard as I could, and, you know what? I’m starting to tell a difference.
My push-ups look much more like push-ups. My sense of balance is becoming less and less embarrassing. My lungs no longer burn a hole in my chest after 10 seconds.
But I noticed something that I really hope changes. When I exercise, I have a one-track mind. It takes so much concentration for me to do the movements correctly and to will myself to keep moving that I don’t notice anything going on around me. If there’s counting involved, I pretty much go temporarily blind and deaf.
This realization hit me on Wednesday when a classmate gave me a sweaty high-five and said, “Good job!” I grinned and high-fived her right back, but I had no earthly idea if she did a good job or not. She could have been in the corner eating a king-size Snicker bar as far as I know.
I sincerely hope my kick-butt pace won’t always require 100% of my brainpower. I don’t want to be a self-centered squatter! I want to be able to cheer on my workout pals and even help out newbies (once I graduate from newbie status).
Hard stuff takes a lot out of us, doesn’t it? Whether it’s going through hard times or learning how to do hard things, difficulties have a way of distracting us from other things and people.
It’s easy to make harsh assumptions when people aren’t as attentive as we think they should be. Maybe we should give each other the benefit of the doubt. When we’re not all there, it could be that it’s taking every ounce of us to keep breathing.
Lord, thank you letting me see some progress this week. I feel better. I feel stronger. I feel braver. I’m learning about my own kick-butt pace. Help me to get to the point where I can kick butt and notice the people around me at the same time. Help me to extend grace to everyone because I don’t know what hard thing they might be going through. In Jesus’ name, AMEN
Next week, I’m headed to Arizona to see my sweet sons. I’ll miss out on Camp Gladiator for a couple weeks, but I’m taking my workout clothes with me. If the Lord brings me to your mind, please pray for me to workout and eat right while I’m gone. I don’t want this trip to derail my progress. Thank you!