August 26, 2015
I did it! I truly believed my days at the gym were over for good and I certainly didn’t think I would EVER be in a Zumba class once again. So today, the first time in over 7 1/2 months, I walked into the studio and danced through the entire class— all 50 minutes. Granted, I looked like someone shot a red paint ball at my face and neck 25 minutes in, because I am completely out of shape, but it’s the first step, right? But it was like falling off a bike and getting back on……I remembered the moves: samba, cumbia, ball change, box step…… it all came back to me. I didn’t know what to expect going in, being it is a new gym and all, and I know NO ONE there, plus I now have to learn ALL the new dance routines from new instructors….. but it’s OK. I can adapt and persevere.
All the while I was at physical therapy the last month and a half, I would dream of the idea of getting back to the gym. I dreaded the thought of having to start all over (treadmill and elliptical and bike) because I put so much blood, sweat and tears into doing all those things 3 1/2 years ago, just to make it to the Zumba level. My plan was that I would do the treadmill and the bike and leg presses for a while and eventually take my first dance class again. You know, lose weight BEFORE joining in. (Thinking along the mentality of cleaning your house before the housekeeper comes to do it.) But the more I thought about it, I told myself “Who cares what I look like? I am not there to impress anyone….. I am there to get fit once again and lose all the steroid weight I have pack on over the last 18 months.” So this morning, I drove the one minute it takes to leave my garage and pull into the YMCA’s parking lot, walked in like I belonged, and danced like there was no one watching. I did it!