On Wednesday I went to an Orange Theory class that they were calling "Everest."
Spoiler Alert: I did not take any kind of clue from that title.
This was the day that I said on Facebook that I had I hit some sort of wall at about the 50/55 minute mark of my morning class.
Now keep in mind: I had been to the previous two days’ classes at Orange Theory, had taken a hard yoga class, and had just come out of my first yoga teacher training weekend.
But I still thought... WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?!?!? (You can chuckle.)
The Overcomplicating Part
I spent a good chunk of that early evening talking to Craig about it. We looked at my water intake (great! perfect!) and what I had been eating. We both got on our phones to try to figure this out. ((FFS))
Now two important things DID come up that I will be working on: Making sure I'm getting enough calories (without counting ... tricksy but doable) and watching my iron intake (I tend to be slightly anemic and can deal with it with food and B12 but I have to be AWARE).
Fastforward...
The underestimating part
CRAIG (who is definitely currently in better shape than me... I mean, he does the Beast on the Bay -- an obstacle 10 mile run -- with barely any training)... CRAIG took that same class that night while I was teaching locally.
And the next day after work, he said he was utterly exhausted and?
THAT IT WAS FROM THAT CLASS.
LIGHTBULB.
IT WAS A HARD FUCKING CLASS, CHRISTINE.
So yeah... I immediately had overcomplicated things -- instead of just understanding the class was freaking difficult -- and then I underestimated MYSELF by thinking there must be something "wrong" rather than just seeing it was a hard class and ANYONE would be tired.
So... you know... where are you doing crap like this to yourself?