#SOL15 Day 24 :: March 24, 2015 :: The One with 100 Club

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100 Club

I've been a little MIA from SOL from a few days. I started Spring Break and just kind of fell of the face of the Earth. It's been a good thing because I've been able to have some quality family time and even though it kind of bothers me that I can't say that I wrote for EVERY single day of March, I think I needed to unplug completely and now I feel ready to finish the rest of the month.

I am not an athletic person. 

I do have the inner drive to always be active. I am happy and content to sit still, read my book, and not move for hours at a time if I don't need to. My husband, on the other hand, gets stir crazy if he doesn't go for a run after a few days. Then again, he runs for fun and I have convinced myself that I am simply not built to run. It's just a fact.

When Pure Barre opened in my neighborhood, I was curious about it because I've always enjoyed yoga and Pilates. In addition, for years, I have lusted after having a dancer's body. Long, lean, and beautiful without being bulky. However, I am also not rhythmically-inclined either. I am too self-conscious to let loose and be okay with my uncoordinated dance moves. So, when I signed up for PB, I know I surprised my husband, but I definitely surprised myself.

After the first class, I wanted to quit. I felt like it was so hard and I was discouraged because I knew I wasn't going to be good at it, but I was SO bad at it. Thankfully, with the encouragement of my husband, I kept at it and started getting better and better at it.

Having two young kids, it is so hard to carve out time to go work out. I have to coordinate with my husband's schedule, my schedule, and it can definitely be a challenge to find a few hours, several times a week for myself. 

The final 10 classes to 100 was a hard one. I tore a muscle and it still hasn't healed even though it's been over a month now. My kids have gone through three rounds of being sick every couple of weeks. My husband and I have both been sick ourselves. So it seems like it's been a conspiracy against me getting to 100 the past few months. 

But finally, this Saturday, I finished my 100 class. 

I did it.

I really did it. 

I knew I could do it, but I wasn't sure if I would follow-through long enough to make it to 100. I am so proud of myself and even that it hard to say sometimes. I often talk myself out of my accomplishments. Comparison is the death of me, sometimes. But, I did it. And even though it wasn't on the timeline I had originally wanted, it doesn't take away from the fact that I did it. 

Here's to 250.