class before – just once and at the height of my gym bunny phase. As a fluid 24-year-old who went to the gym six times a week, I seemed to glide through that initial class and the heavy beats blasting out into the studio were as comforting to me as a large bowl mug of herbal tea is now.
By the end of week 1 I was a bit broken but so proud of myself. I almost felt teary as the last song came on and we stretched out our aching bodies. I felt smug and buoyant for the rest of the day – I even booked my own exercise class for Saturday to keep the momentum going."I had to miss the first session due to a family funeral. But the others went ahead without me and fed back their shock and horror afterwards.
By the end of week 1 I notice my sleep has improved drastically. I’m sleeping longer and harder and have such amazing amounts of energy in the day. I feel like an actual girl boss.""My plan of bounding into our second week of classes with wild abandon is scuppered by being hit by the lurgy. The fitness Gods are clearly not in my favour.
For all my trying to focus on the joy of music I couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact I felt uncomfortable. I had to lower my resistance right down in order to stay on the beat and if I took my eyes off the mirror for a moment I noticed that I was significantly slower than everyone else when I looked up. I gave myself a pep talk afterward and vowed to fuel properly that evening to give my body what it needed for the rest of the week.
I am so impressed with my body coming so far in so short a space of time. A miracle! My jeans that I bought because my old jeans didn’t fit anymore are decidedly baggy but more importantly I am full of energy, positively vivacious.With the end of the challenge in sight I really wanted to give it my all –I could do that for 45 minutes I told myself.
I was fairly sceptical of this last class, as it was booked in for 8am in the morning , AND I was going to a PR Christmas party that dangerously went on until ‘late’, the night before. However, my self-confidence that I would resist alcoholic temptations was in full force and I looked forward to the last class, with my now-favourite instructor, with vigour; knowing my way around a Psycle bike pretty well by now.