Importance of connection

Today marked my return back to teaching both Bodystep and RPM. The classes could not have been further apart this morning - RPM was very quiet and I had only 3 participants - one who wanted to go really hard, a 20 weeks pregnant gal, who wasn't sure about training in pregnancy and an older gent with a shoulder injury. I turned this one into a bit of a more personalized coaching session for the three of them and actually really enjoyed it because I could see improvements in all three over the course of the class.

Next up was Bodystep and it was pretty busy. I probably knew 80% of the class by name and I had a great catch up with everyone in the class. For me, this is the importance of connection! I love nothing more than the concept of sharing a class with friends on the same wavelength, teaching or not! Because it was so busy and the fact that carb depletion wasn't an issue for anyone (lol!!) there was a high energy atmosphere going through the room which was really uplifting. I have to admit though to feeling pretty tired at the end of it - a good feeling!

I was surprised by hubs and the girls turning up and we shared Vietnamese for lunch, had a wander around the shopping centre, came home for coffee/tea and a chat and now here I am.

To sum up - today I feel extreme gratitude for the sense of connection I feel with my class members. It renews me and lights my fire even further. I had a good chat with one of my ex Fitness First PT clients about personalities and cause and effect. I concluded that the gaining 'energy from connecting' is wrapped up in my personality. I gain connection from my music when I run, I seek a connection with the outdoor environment when I walk. In fact, I think I could substitute "connection" for "motivation".

Which leads me to ponder the question - do you need to feel a "connection" to have a fantastic workout or are you the "just do it" type who gets up and gets the job done no matter what. I often feel like the second option, especially if I'm tired, but typically exercise lights the fire and soon enough, I'm connected.

Rolling with the punches

It's been one of those weekends where life just hasn't fallen into place the way that I would have liked. It started on Friday when I picked up my car from the mechanic's - I drove it home no problems, but when I pulled into the driveway it made this horrible grinding sound - then all of a sudden I couldn't get it into gear - apparently the part they replaced for me originally disintegrated - I have never heard of something like this happening before! DH told me that apparently they weren't "well regarded" in the town. I'm just the biggest sucker. Anyway, they towed the car away and promised to deliver it home on Saturday. This, of course, didn't happen. I didn't stress about it too much but Miss G has been unwell. I decided to check out her throat and met possibly the worst case of tonsillitis I have ever seen. We had no sleep last night.

Then I decided to call the local hospital to try and get some antibiotics for Miss G. I came down at the time they requested and I met a very frazzled lady in the car park. She was the locum doctor who had been flown in. I introduced myself as the locum pharmacist and she told me that she was majorly stressed out because she had to deliver a premature baby, that they'd had to get the Royal Flying Doctors in to airlift Mum and bub to Brisbane and that her background was not in Obstetrics, rather she is an oncology registrar. I felt so sorry for her and feel angry that resident doctors are sent out to these postings, having to handle these situations to the best of their experience which can be limited depending on where they are in their grad rotations. She was such a nice lady and I hope everyone got away safe and sound. Anyway I organized some penicillin for Miss G, rang the pharmacist owner at home and have started her on it. One of her tonsils is so large it is almost taking up her entire throat! It looks like a day of icecream for her.

Exercise wise for me it has been close to nada. I walked the long way to work yesterday (40 minutes) but have done nothing today. I couldn't think about getting up at 5.30am when I had finally got Miss G off at 4.30am. I love being organized and hate these little glitches - but that is all part of life. The main thing is that I no longer raid the fridge for solace.