...hurts. Man, am I sore. The Get Fit Club class last night was pretty cool. I met some great people and my instructor was so supportive. This morning my head was pounding. I kept waking up at various times during the night because I was so afraid of oversleeping for my class. But, when my alarm went off at 5:00 am, I pressed the snooze button, rested for five minutes, and got up at the second alarm. I nearly fell asleep while I was getting ready, but I prayed a continuous prayer, "Lord, just get me through today." The prayer became more and more urgent as time went by my headache continued to throb. I felt like I was going through a detox of some kind. Like my body was protesting against anything good, right, and healthy, because it was so different from the usual treatment.
When I drove up to the Y, after 32 ounces of water, Tylenol, and a cereal bar, I still felt like crap. "Lord, PLEASE, get me through today... or at least out of this car." Five minutes later I walked into the gym, found my weights, and my mat, and purchased another bottle of water. My instructor from last night, Geri, taught this class as well. She beamed "Hello." My responding expression must have been a cross between a Charlie Brown grimace, a manic smile, and an "how on Earth are you so happy at this time of day?"--because she chuckled when she showed me where to put my mat.
The next hour felt like the longest hour of my life. This feeling of inadequacy, when I am so naturally competitive, is the reason I've stayed away from classes and activities like these for so long. But now the competition is with myself. I can do this. I won't give up. I will fight. For the Right. To Party.
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