i recently joined a gym. *pause for eye roll* something i just about swore i’d never do again. i’m not going to get into the whole ‘this time i’m dedicated & the weight WILL come off because nothing’s going to slow this girl down again.’ i find talk like that to now be tiresome and old and well, let’s be real, if i’m annoying myself, how must the other people in my life feel?
so instead, i’m vowing to be quietly resolved and empowered by a new-found determination to get healthy. again. finally.
since my quiet quest to be
hot healthy and ‘swore i’d never do it again’ gym joining, i’ve rediscovered my love of… wait for it… group classes.
i know. but i had forgotten how much i love being led through a really great workout. i have also noticed that no matter how painful, tired, out of breath, gasping for air, ‘going left when everyone else going right’ things get… i will not leave. ever. which means once that music starts… i’m in it, no quits, for at least an hour.
anyhoo – it’s an hour-long choreographed class that targets every muscle group within the hour. so far, i’ve loved. i’ve been able to adjust the movements & the weights i use to be comfortable enough to complete and participate in the whole hour, while still wanting to cry just a little bit when i get out of bed the next morning; and the music is solid and keeps me motivated all class long.
have you ever left the excercise train only to rediscover a surprising motivator when you’ve returned?