Sunday was supposed to be a chill day. No plans, no rushing, just staying at home and doing absolutely nothing. That was the idea. But then again, I already subscribed to the gym. And a subscription means commitment. No excuses. Plus, My All was all in on this fitness journey. She even drove me there, making sure I actually went. No backing out now.
So off I went to my first BodyPump class. One full hour of lifting, squatting, pressing, and trying not to collapse. Since I was late, I had to stand right at the front. No hiding in the back, no quietly blending in. Just me, a total newbie, figuring things out as I went. First task, setting up my own equipment. Grabbed the bar, the plates, the step board, the mat. No clue if I was doing it right, but I rolled with it.
The coach was full of energy, hyping everyone up while I was just mentally preparing for battle. The class started, and at first, it wasn’t too bad. But as the minutes went by, the real challenge kicked in. Sweat was pouring, muscles were burning, and I was starting to wonder why I voluntarily signed up for this. The squats, the presses, the lifts, fuhh.. each movement felt like a mini test of endurance.
By the end, I was completely drained but somehow still standing. Sweating like crazy, but feeling accomplished. And just to add an extra level of difficulty, I hadn’t eaten since last night. Still doing my 16-hour intermittent fasting, which meant I powered through the whole workout on an empty stomach. Surprisingly, I survived.
Now back home, resting, and already thinking about the next class. It was exhausting, it was tough, but it was absolutely worth it.