Monday, January 28, 2013
I've been really good about going to the gym, which is an activity that I really hate. I use to just feel drained and sort of down after leaving the gym, as if I hadn't worked heard enough, or as if I would have rather been doing a hundred different things.
My attitude towards the gym are changing slightly as I try to convince myself that I'm enjoying it. Shaking up the routine and pushing myself has helped a great deal. Spending more that thirty minutes has made it felt worth my wild. Additionally, I'm starting to feel energized after a good workout, which makes the whole experience feel much more productive.
In trying to span my horizons, I decided to go to a step class. I've never actually been to a real step class. In high school, I did have a semester or two that involved stepping, but it was different. Mainly, it was slower. Not knowing the steps or the routines was pretty frustrating, but I tried to pay close attention, keep up when I could, and kept moving when I couldn't. I stayed the whole hour, determined to see it through, while other newbies slowing filed out.
It was a good workout. Afterwards, as I was stretching, a girl about my age came up to the me said that I had done a really good job. That this was her 8th time at that class, and she was still struggling with some of the moves. She told me not to be discouraged, because most of the other people there had been going to that class for over a year.
I should have told her how much that meant to me. Because it's hard to cheerlead yourself, and very sweet to know that someone else notices not only your struggles, but also your hard work to overcome them.
I guess I'll let her know at next weeks class.