After being a member at our local YMCA for over four years, I finally took my first class yesterday! I was a bit late because I had to wake Chad up (and had stalled on that too long), and my plan was to be inconspicuous in the back…
Things were going pretty well. I was keeping up with instructions, people loaned me their extra weights, and then…we had to partner up and I was the odd “man” out.
Hello, instructor! Nice to meetcha, pardner!
Um…that was a little intimidating. I thought maybe she’d go easy on me, but no.
There were a couple moves that I just could not even do more than a few reps of with my hand weights. It certainly pinpointed which areas I’m weak on. Overall, it was really fun. I love to exercise!
I felt pretty good as I walked out of the aerobics room and took a quick shower before picking up Chad from the child care room, but by the time I got home things took a down turn. I really felt as if I had a bad flu. I was shaky and weak. I was exhausted. I barely could pick Chad up. I focused on refueling and laying low, and as soon as I had him tucked in for his nap and JJ settled into an activity, I crawled under the covers and slept hard for 45 minutes. After snapping out of that deep sleep and moving around a bit, I started to feel better. I have never had a reaction like that to a workout before, but it probably was the hardest one I’ve ever done, and I really did push myself.
So today I am one big OUCH. I’m off to try a hot shower on these sore muscles and am hoping that some walking will work out some kinks!
Now the question is, will I be brave enough to go back next week? Or to try a different class? Every day, my thoughts from my “Shyness and solitude” post resonate in my mind, and are very much at play in this. I did not get the chance to meet every single person in that class, but I did say a few words to a few people (eye contact included), and felt pretty comfortable doing so. 🙂
One step at a time!