Luckily, I discovered a pilates/yoga class that was supposed to be low impact and didn’t require shoes. I thought I could probably handle it.
As the room began to fill up with impossibly fit people who had no doubt been taking classes for decades, I wasn’t so sure. I just tried to look confident and mimicked their stretching. By the time the class started, I was already exhausted.
Much to the chagrin of those around me, I laughed a lot during the next 45 minutes. Apparently you’re not supposed to laugh during yoga. However, I couldn’t help but laugh when the instructor did a backbend and expected us to give it a try. I couldn’t do a backbend when I was 10, let alone now at the age of … a lot more than 10.
After the class, I felt pretty good. Sure I was a sweaty, shaky hot mess, but I had joined a gym and taken a class. I was on my way to fitness!
Then I woke up the next morning. I could barely get out of bed. I was in so much pain trying to get dressed I actually cried out a prayer for death. I lay on the floor in tears and thought about the people who had given me the gym membership and all the horrible things I was going to do them.
That was a week ago, and I’m ashamed to say, I haven’t been back to the gym yet. Maybe somebody like me just isn’t cut out for gym membership.
Or maybe, just maybe, I need to push past the pain and set some fitness goals. Maybe I need to push myself and strive to meet those goals. Maybe there are benefits to be gained from the pain.
Ha ha! Naaahhh.
— Rebecca Todd is a freelance writer and the author of the book “What’s the Point?” available at booklocker.com. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.