About 2 years ago I was watching "Biggest Loser" and seeing those transformations as I would munch on my potato chips and cheer them on. I realized that I needed to "get in the game" so I asked a personal trainer at my church to see if we could put together our own "Biggest Loser" club and achieve our weight goals.
We did it for a whole year 2 - 3 times a week we would get together and sweat it out, be sincerely sore and in pain and we gained friends and lost weight. I loved it and it taught me so much more that weight management.
We would do mainly wieghts, lunges and, let's not forget "burpies" (a little-known form of torture). Once she rented a rock wall and we did circuit training with the wall, a field and some bikes. Between classes we were expected to do our personal cardio. For months cardio passed as an hour of walking (usually fast). I was scared to run. I thought I would ruin my knees. Then one day my trainer challenged me to run sprints. She suggested 10. I countered with 5. We agreed on 8.
When the day came that I couldn't avoid it any longer, I set my sights on some landmark approximately 100 feet in front of me and ran as hard as I could. The first 3 were full sprints - legs extending, arms pumping and regular breathing. The next 3 were more of a paced run. The last 3 were a jog and then for the final sprint I could hear my trainer saying, "Push yourself" in my mind, so I did. I went twice as far and ran as hard as my body could. I was a heap of gasping sweat when I had made one mile and walked around in the middle of the road with my hands on my head to help me breath, but I had something else. A smile of satisfaction.
I did it. I was proud of myself, as I was today after doing 1 minute on 5.5 sprints and 1 minute on a 2.5 walk - off and on for 14 minutes.
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