Diary of the unfit

So my life in the last month has been full of change and has been one hell of a ride!

I started a new job on the same day that I started attending a fitness class once a week. Now the job was the easy part, actually staying committed to something fitness related was a challenge. 

The job, well it has been a month and I LOVE it! It is challenging and full of satisfaction with each and every day that passes. It has been a learning curve, but the people I am working with are amazing. I have been able to find better was for things to be done and looking at it with fresh eyes really has been great for them (or so they tell me).

Now to the point of this post, Konga! I can honestly say that after 5 classes of Konga with Sammy I haven't lost my drive yet and I am glad. I have come to love Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings, when I am constantly reminded that I got off of my bum and went to a class, with every move I make. I know for a fact that if I didn't have friends in the class and the instructor wasn't a friend, I probably would have either never turned up or would have given in and admitted defeat after the first class.

Don't get me wrong, I spend the hour laughing, not at others in the class, but at myself. I laugh at how silly I must look and how my legs don't want to co-ordinate with my arms. I laugh at how I don't look as good as the others in the class. It doesn't matter though, I am still turning up every week and I not only that, but I stand in the front row, pitying all those behind me who may get distracted by what I am doing or the fact that I am laughing or swearing.

Change wise I can't see a difference, however I sure feel the difference and I don't plan to throw it in any time soon, if anything I can't wait to maybe pick up another class a week.