Two months ago, I started doing HIIT (high intensity interval training) classes to try to improve my fitness and actually push myself, because one of the pitfalls of working out by yourself is not pushing yourself. Every time, I get my butt kicked in HIIT class. But overall I hadn’t noticed any significant change.
Until this week.
This week I went jogging like I normally do. When I jog, I do just that — jog. I don’t push myself. I just run up and down the street to get my heart rate up and get a little cardio in. Well, when I took a look at my heartrate report, I noticed something — I hadn’t hit peak heart rate the entire time I was jogging — I was in cardio the entire time. That’s when I knew; I knew HIIT classes were working.
Needless to say, I’m super excited. Not excited that I’ll have to push myself on my jogs now, but excited I’m improving. I’m itching for 5k season to come around, so I can really test HIIT classes and see if my 5k time has improved and I start winning more 5ks. Because, despite working out by myself, it is all about winning — no matter what I’m doing.
I didn’t realize how much I miss running very early in the morning until I did so today.
When I was in college, I’d run every day from 3-4 am. Every day. Rain. Snow. Sun. Wind. It didn’t matter.
I hurt my knee after my marathon and gave up running for almost a decade until I started CrossFit and picked it up again.
Now, I love to run 5k’s and jog. I just don’t do it every day!
Today I decided to exercise early. By myself.
It was snowing out but not sticking since the ground is too warm here in CO at this time of year for that.
It was euphoria…
There’s this “dead zone” as I like to call it where 95% of the population is sleeping and it’s between 2:30-4:30 am. This is my favorite time of the day. To be alone. Me. My thoughts. God. To do my thing. To think. To plan my day. To read. To write. To exercise. To breathe. To be.
I also love the dark. I love winter because it’s dark the majority of the time.
You combine all these elements–darkness, silence, and the sense of being alone on this planet–and you touch magic.