I have been trying to keep my promise of staying active and going to the gym and I have even been making my own workout routines; today I made three new ones, it’s time to change. But yesterday I finally decided to be brave and go to a class I had been wanting to go to for a while. This class was X Bike, which is pretty much a very intense spinning class.
I went to that class once over a year ago with my mom but I never returned because later that day I had a seizure. I thought the class had something to do with it, but that was when my seizures weren’t under control. Now, having my seizures controlled for a year and four months (I forgot to celebrate another month two days ago, but a year and four months!!!) I thought it might be time to try it again.
So I sucked up all the fear and decided to be unstoppable once more, and went to the class. It was a relief that it was just me and three other people in the class because I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself in a room full of people. I didn’t make a fool of myself, the class went really well and I was able to keep up with the class. There was only one point in the class when we were standing up on the bicycle that I just had to sit back down. I told the teacher and he was fine with it as long as I kept pedaling, which I did.
After the class the teacher told me I did really well for my first time, most people can’t do what I did, the can’t keep up. I survived the class, I just wasn’t sure if I would be able to move today. I was, and I was even able to go to the gym and even run a little bit. Of course, this was after sitting and resting most of the day, and my legs still hurt, but no pain, no gain.
I can’t be afraid to try new things, or try things again, they can be a whole new experience the second time around. Even if it hurts, it will get easier.