There's no way I can win.
I haven't worked hard enough.
I had pneumonia in the middle of the competition, for heaven's sake!
The power went out, so I couldn't meet with my trainer that one week.
My trainer took me off heavy weights and I haven't lost nearly as much sense.
I haven't been drinking enough water.
Maybe I drank too much water.
I shouldn't have thought I could win anyway.
And on, and on, and on some more.
But, you know what? So what if I don't win this measly competition. Just participating in it has given me the results I was seeking. I am 100 times more active now than I was when I first signed up for it back in April. That, in itself, spells victory.
Where was I? That's right, back to the gym this morning. I truly had to drag my butt there. My plan was to go to the lunchtime cycle class, which in itself presents challenges with an early lunch and so forth. But, I made it with five minutes to spare.
Right away, I knew I was in for a treat. The instructor was this cute little sprite of a thing wearing neon workout gear with peaced-out knee socks and a tiny lime green bow in her pixie cut. Oh, and was she energetic! There were only two other people in the class, both of whom were older men, which is kind of funny, but whatever.
Upon opening the class she announced it was going to be a "bad girl sort of a day." Oh, was it fun! From a virginal warm-up (courtesy of Madonna), through Lady Gaga, Katy Perry, Avril Lavigne, and Ke$ha (did I spell that right?), the ride was fantastic. We had so.much.fun. The instructor's energy was infectious as she sang along with the music and introduced me to "jumps." Honestly? I can't wait to go back. THAT'S what I like!
So, so what. I'm not going to win the competition on Saturday. There's no way. But, my body is changing shape. My clothes are loose (too loose). I have more energy. Oh, and I've found out that I just have one chin. That's awesome!