I have so many goals for 2012: lose weight, eat healthier, work out more, and take a fitness class. Notice I said take a fitness class. They say to start with small goals as opposed to ones you know you are bound to fail and then make you demotivated. I figured if I said my goal was to take three classes a week, I might as well just stay home and not even bother because to go from zero to three a week is a huge leap.
For weeks now, I have looked at the fitness schedule and then dismissed it. It was either the time wasn’t right or I wasn’t interested in the class. Ultimately, I think the reason for my trepidation in taking a class was plain old fear. It has been over ten years since I have taken an exercise class. (Geez, I remember when I used to take two classes on weekends.) Now, I was making excuses. I really wondered if I could actually “survive” taking a class. Or would I look like an idiot with no rhythm (and trust me, I have no rhythm) going left as everyone was going right?
Finally, I settled at least on taking a good old step class. But the day would come, and I would just not go. I like to work out in the morning, and taking evening classes requires a mental effort to motivate myself to go.
After weeks, I finally said, “This is it!” and went. I positioned myself in the back of the class so I could sneak out without bothering too many people. And, lo and behold, I huffed and puffed my way through, AND it was actually fun! I enjoyed the instructor and her music. I do find that music makes all the difference in lasting through a class.
I didn’t have too many issues with stepping, which had been another fear; I just kept my step on the lowest level, and I was fine.
The big question is, have I been back? Yes, and it’s become my Tuesday night ritual. Now I just need to work up to taking class number two!