This morning was my third Orangetheory workout at 4:30am. I have now committed to doing OTF on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at 4:30 in the freaking morning because I am insane.
And yet, I’m already starting to love it in a very weird way. Also because I am insane.
What’s to love about this workout? It’s challenging as shit (well, as hard as you want to push yourself into the Orange Zone and beyond). It’s insanely early in the morning. People are grumpy as hell. I want to die while I’m doing it. I want to quit and turn around while I’m in the car on the way there. I am blurry until the workout starts…
But when I’m done, I feel like I have accomplished more at 5:30am than most people accomplish all day…ha! I’m quite happy that I’ve started this.
Still trying to work out the kinks in wearing a heart rate monitor. This morning in my blur I forgot to wear it. I have found that I have to set everything out the night before - all my workout clothes, my shoes, my water bottle, my keys - so that I don’t forget anything. And I still forgot the heart rate monitor this morning.
Then I have to tiptoe out the door so that I don’t disturb the dog while she’s sleeping because I just don’t want her to freak out when I leave so early. She sometimes works herself into a frenzy and though I don’t hear her bark when I leave, it would suck to find out that she does while I’m gone between 4:15 and 5:45 in the morning. So shhhh….no waking the dog!
It’s a 10-minute drive to this location, which is temporary for me because I really want to go to a new studio that’s opening up closer to my apartment. I got there at 4:24 and again, the place was already packed. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE??
Today’s workout was actually quite funny because I like group classes that are whooping it up and having a good time while they work out - at the very least, they commiserate with a knowing look and sweat dripping down from every orifice. These people are like freaking ROBOTS. No facial gestures, no moaning or grunting, and most of all, NO TALKING!! It KILLS ME.
Because I forgot my heart rate monitor, I was able to rent one from the studio. Of course, it wasn’t working after I put it on and the class started. So I had to walk out and the front desk dude pretended to do something that charged the monitor or something. Turns out, nope. Still not working, so he had to bring me another different type of monitor and I guess that one worked okay. I was just annoyed at myself for forgetting my own at the third class and then that the bumbling guy at the front desk couldn’t get me a working monitor. Grrr.
But no biggie - I got a good “reading”, I suppose. I ran and rowed and burpeed and squatted my ASS off for an hour.
And yet, no camaraderie! It’s so bizarre!
So I’ve taken to making fun of my classmates in my own head. Today, there was Thumper, who ran two treadmills down from me. Whenever we got on the treads, all I could hear was THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of her feet hitting the tread like a 400 lb gorilla! Over the pumping music! And she wasn’t a big woman…just a thumper! I don’t know how her feet could have possibly hit the treadmill so hard. It was disturbing.
There are a few couples - they seem fine, but they only talk to each other, and that’s just before and after class because when we get into the routine, it’s strictly business. [Sidebar: in my blur this morning, I accidentally LOCKED one of these couple’s car keys in a locker that I thought was empty…but it wasn’t. THAT’S how blurry I am at this impossible hour. Embarrassing! The dude was just standing next to me while I opened the locker, pulled out my keys and phone and then he grabbed his key that had clearly been right there before I’d even put my stuff in and locked the door - arrgghh!]
And then there’s the Hardcore Corps - a certain several people who are kind of maniacal about the whole thing. I mean, zero eye contact…except with themselves. They watch themselves in the mirror the whole time, not saying a word…just looking so intense. This is pretty much everyone else in the class. It’s kind of unnerving. Seriously, robots.
At one point, I tried to share a smile with the girl to my right on the treadmill, and at least she acknowledged me, but I’ve quickly come to realize that this bunch do not want to socialize. They are there to get in and get out and I get that.
It would just be nice if I’m going to be spending two full early-early-EARLY mornings with these people per week that I could find one single solitary friendly face.
Hmmmppphhh.
So then why do I kind of love it already, you ask? Simple. When I got to work today Best Bud told me that I looked really great, slim and fit! Made my whole day.
Can’t wait for Thursday pre-morning!
xox,
GS
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