So I have no idea what on earth possessed me to buy a Groupon for classes at a fitness studio a couple months ago. No. Freakin'. Clue. But I did. And of course when I had money plunked into it, I had to do it, lest the Groupon go to waste. I hate wasting money.
I attended my first class on June 5th. Forty-five straight minutes of a kick-me-in-the-butt interval workout. Cardio, flexibility, strength training, cardio, flexibility, strength training.... over & over & over again. I was a hot mess by the time it was over, but dammit, I did it. And I went back & did it again. And again.
It turns out, I don't hate exercise. I hate being reminded of how out of shape I really am and working out is like a great big ribbon on my finger, reminding me how out of shape I really am. But I kept doing it because I figured it had to get easier.
Sure enough, it not only gets easier, it gets FUNNER! Aerobics is fun. Running is fun. Jumping and squatting and stretching and lifting and spinning... (okay, spinning sucks -- I don't like that one so much)... and sweating and panting.... it's fun! Don't even get me started on the joy of kettlebells.
So just to see how far I could go, I started the Couch To 5K (C25K) program. I'm just over half way through it, my endurance is beyond what I ever expected it could be, and I'm now registered for an actual 5K race in September.
I also joined the Y, where I'm starting Kickboxing and an H.I.T. Core class next week (gotta do something about this double c-section belly thing I got happening here).
Once upon a time I hated exercise, but now I'm a running fool. Who needs Xanax when endorphins are free, right?!
