Of all of the Classes at the Y, Dan's Thursday Plycore is the class that I hate to miss the most. This was the first morning class that I attended, so it is the class that means the most to me. My life changed with this class, and I hate to miss it or sit it out. I know that some people might think the I am overstating things when I say that that one exercise class changed my life, but I wanted desperately to change the way I lived for my entire adult life, but I could never find the fortitude to change until that morning. The class kicked my ass!!! Seriously, I am sure that the people in the class feared that I would pass out and die right there in the middle of class. I could even do half of the exercises that they were doing, and my only real goal was to not give up. I'll be honest, about twenty minutes into class, I thought that these people are effing insane and I'll never be able to do this class, so I should just go home! The exercises were difficult, but what was more difficult was fighting though the thoughts in my head. I kept think that this was a huge mistake -- these people are wearing shirts from marathon's that they have run, and I can't even do ten push ups! Thoughts like this just streamed through my head, but the clock kept moving and so did I. When the class was over, I had done less than half of what everyone else had done, sweat twice as much, and smelled worse than everyone combined. I doubt that any other the class members ever thought that they would see me again, but I knew that I would see them. My wife took this picture as when I got home.
That shirt is completely soaked in sweat, but if you notice , I am smiling!
I guess that somewhere in my mind attending Thursday morning Plycore has come to mean that I haven't given up. That I am still hanging in there, struggling to make all the changes that I desperately want to make. So, on Wednesday night, I decided that I would return to Plycore Thursday morning. That night I set out all of my stuff, set my alarms for 4am, and went to bed at around 10pm. I had no problem getting up -- I actually woke up about 5 minutes before my first alarm. I left my apartment, and when I walked through the doors to class was greeted by Dan and several of the class members, who asked how I was and said that they were wondering why I hadn't been in class. It felt really good to be back.
However, I had to be realistic because they are primarily running stairs in the class, and there is really nothing that could be worse for my legs than stairs, and running stairs for thirty minutes straight would be beyond stupid of me. I really do miss taking part in the morning classes. Even though I almost always keep my I-pod on and don't talk that much I really enjoy being part of the group, which has made these solo workout all the more difficult. So I asked Dan How long he thought that they would be running stairs and he said about thirty minutes, so I told him I would Run 5 kilometers out side and join the class for the last 15 minutes of their workout, which I did. It felt great to be back because without Plycore, my wife wouldn't have taken this picture of me getting my medal at my first 5K!
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