Actually I wasn't alone. I just wanted to feel sorry for myself. Because being spunkless just isn't bad enough.
Yesterday I did core exercises, and then threw in a cardio kickboxing DVD since I have to miss my kickboxing class this week. I LOVE this cardio kickboxing DVD, and the super-peppy instructor is usually able to get me pumped no matter how many times I've watched the routine. But something was really off yesterday. Even Miss Super-Pep couldn't pull me out of my super-funk.
Maybe it was because yesterday was technically my day off, and I really debated with myself whether I should work-out, or whether I should go shopping. I figured shopping isn't a good enough reason to be lazy, so down to the gym I went. Little did I know my mojo went in the other direction, exited the building and was strolling in the sunshine, while I round-housed with very little enthusiasm.
The work-out wasn't an entire waste. I did get some good reps in during my core exercises, and the kickboxing session does end with a killer core workout. Still, I felt a bit betrayed by my mojo. Maybe tomorrow will be better, I thought.
Well, tomorrow was today, and today was my dreaded cycling class. My mojo was still absent. I'm pretty sure it went for a hike. I really had no desire to cycle up fake hills and then cycle back down those same fake hills (or maybe they're different fake hills? I dunno. They're fake.) But I had already committed to this class, and I knew it was going to be a good workout. So in a desperate attempt to lure my mojo back, I did a very brazen thing:
Last week, I listened to the Krissy Moehl interview on URP, and her advice to ultrarunners? Smile. She always makes a point of smiling as she comes into an aid station. Also known for her smile? Ellie Greenwood, whose most recent accomplishment is back-to-back wins at the American River 50.
|Ellie Greenwood still smiling after 40 miles |
There must be something to this whole smiling thing, I thought. So, I smiled the whole damn class. I probably freaked my fellow fake cyclists out. But I told myself the pain wasn't worth it if I wasn't having fun, so just enjoy this crazy class and smile. And it worked! My mojo came back! I finished strong and I had a blast.
Moral of the story? Smile and you will never lose your mojo.*
*To clarify: I am using the term "mojo" to refer to one's self-confidence and self-assuredness in general, and not to confidence in specific places or in specific horizontal positions. This is not that kind of blog, people!