Today I took the plunge and attended my first group fitness class at the Penn gym. I was a bit apprehensive, as new experiences can be awkward, but it ended up being really positive. Maybe I'm kidding myself and I'm sure I'll feel it tomorrow, but I felt I held my own amidst a sea of perky nineteen-year olds. Running has served me well for many years but has well and truly lost its sheen of late. I'm tired of feeling guilty for not slogging my way through the cold and dark and now, instead of beating a dead horse, I've given myself an attractive alternative. Frankly, I love the idea of just showing up and someone telling me what to do for an hour!
I'm proud of myself for doing this. For parting with the money, for trying something new, for getting my heart rate up on a Wednesday evening when I could have just as easily sprawled on the couch. There was actually a moment halfway through the class where I thought, "I love this! This is fabulous!" and I'm still on an endorphin high.
I am determined to sweat my way into a pair of these bad boys just in time for summer!
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