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Tuesday night I headed to my running class after work. The regular instructor was out so my Monday trainer filled in and taught the class. I knew the second I saw her walk in, that she would be torturing us.

I wasn’t wrong.

After a few minutes of warm-up and incline runs, she said we’d be doing tabata interval sprints at a 12% incline. 20 seconds sprinting on the 12% incline, then 10 seconds rest – jumping to the runners – before jumping back on for another 20 seconds – repeated for what felt like 1 million times. I’m not going to lie, immediately I didn’t want to do it. Sprinting at a 12% incline sounded insane and jumping on and off for intervals sounded even worse.

But I did it. Not once did I walk, not once did I skip it, and not once did I reduce that incline. I pushed myself as hard as I could, far out of my comfort zone.

And you know what? It was probably one of my best workouts to date. I left feeling amazing (although so ridiculously sweaty I had to take an unplanned rinse in the gym showers –  going home undergarment-less) and now it’s the type of interval I want to add more often into my routine. I feel like 20 minutes of that would burn more calories, and increase my running time faster than my consistent slow 5k days.

Then yesterday I had my staff presentation. I had to sit in front of hundreds of people waiting to present my slides. All day my hands were sweaty, it was all I could think of and review in my head – and I kept praying that it would get cancelled or postponed. After a long day of waiting, I found myself getting micro phoned up (something I’ve never had done before) and handed a high-tech slide changer.

I think I started shaking while I sat in that chair looking out to the audience, waiting. And then it was my turn.

I started talking and the voice that came out, was not at all what I imagined as compared to how I felt inside.

Confident. Polished. Prepared.

I didn’t once look at my notes. I fumbled a word or two, but I sort of laughed it off and kept going.

And then what felt like seconds later it was all over. People clapped. People came up afterwards to tell me how poised I was. One director said she couldn’t believe it but that I didn’t say “Umm” once. Another said he couldn’t believe how slowly and clearly I spoke (saying I’m normally a fast talker is an understatement).  People have emailed me since, others have said job well done in passing in the elevator. I’m overwhelmed, in the best way possible.

That was probably the scariest thing I have done yet in my career and I was relieved when it was over. I was proud – I am proud –  even though there are things I would do differently now knowing how it went.

All in all, right now, I feel damn good.

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