I’ve learned something about myself recently that I once knew, but had forgotten.
I’m not a solo exerciser.
A few weeks ago I joined a running group for moms that meets at a park near our house. It’s basically a group Couch to 5k program, and it’s every Wednesday and Sunday.
I have stopped and started C25k on my own countless times. Aaron and I even tried to do it together to no avail.
But it’s been easy for me to meet up with these women, and running with a group is so much more motivating. After all, it was how I trained for a half marathon back in 2005. I need the support and the accountability.
Last week, after seeing an infomercial (truth), I looked up local Zumba classes and found one just up the road. Tonight was my second class, and I love it. (Loooove it.)
It’s fun and an intense work out. I like that the class is all women, and a range of ages and sizes at that. Plus I love the music and that I can sort of trick myself into thinking that I’m just dancing. (In my mind, I am awesome. Luckily there are no mirrors in the classroom, so I can maintain this delusion.)
How is it I can make myself show up to a class where I know no one to Zumba it up for an hour, but I can’t make myself go down to my own basement to get on the elliptical machine? I don’t know, but there you have it.
When I lived in Atlanta, I went to the gym several times a week, and I almost exclusively went to classes — spin, step and body works were my staples. But I didn’t have a long commute or a husband or a baby to get home to in those days, so a gym membership was a good fit in ways that it is not these days.
I am learning, after quite a hiatus, that I need to be intentional about how I add exercise into my life and routine, and regularly-scheduled groups and classes are attractive options.
How do you fit exercise into your life?