Week 3, Session 7 - Battling Demons

Well, I missed my first session. Missed is probably not the best word to describe why I didn't make it to my scheduled appointment. As I explained to the always-understanding Faye on the phone a few hours before our 5pm Friday appointment, "life just got in the way."

I had been working quite a bit and Friday was my first day off in a long time. I just couldn't grasp my head around driving to Alameda in rush hour traffic during MLK weekend. I had laundry to do, the house to clean, etc. And all I wanted to do was avoid the roads.

That's my "more tummy!" face when Faye pushes me to work harder.

But reality blatantly stares me in the face. I am overweight and I don't have any room for slacking off. I need these sessions and I should jump at the chance to work with Faye, no matter what the day or time. I caved in to my desire to "miss" the session. Faye, at first, wasn't letting me off the hook. Secretly, I wish she had demanded that I go. But I knew that the only way to make sure I go is if I demand it of myself. I can't relay too heavily on others to help me. I have to be the one who works the hardest. I balanced my lack of Pilates over the weekend with two hikes that got my blood pumping. The first one was a mellow hour walk around the richmond Marina (it's quite lovely this time of year) and the second was a 5-mile trek in Point Reyes.

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So it is 8:30 am Monday and I am sitting in a cafe in Alameda after finishing my morning Pilates. It had been almost 5 days since our last workout and I felt the rust. But I crushed it for an hour and I feel great. When I am there, I refuse to half ass it. What's the point of that? The hard part is done. I got my tired butt out of bed and drove down to the quiet island of Alameda, braving the cold, dark morning. I showed up and I couldn't be happier about that.