“A Beneficial Hobby”
Sure, exercise can be a wonderful way to keep your body in shape and healthy, however, these are nothing compared to the benefits it has on your mental health. The gym has been a sanctuary to me over the years. It has been a place where I can go to just be by myself and decompress. My gym offers classes however I had never gone to one until this week.
Warrior Sculpt started at 10:00 am on Thursday morning. I waited anxiously outside the door with my yoga mat strung across my shoulder and my water bottle in my hand. As I waited, I thought of all the tasks I had to do for that day and felt overwhelmingly behind. As soon as the last class got out, I rushed inside eager to find my spot and get my equipment. As soon as I walked in, a hot rush of air brushed up against my skin. I read that the class was heated. I did not know that it was heated to almost one hundred degrees. I found my spot and rolled out my mat on the hard wooden floor. While I was waiting in line to grab weights, I noticed most of the class was older than me. I instantly felt out of place. What is a seventeen-year-old doing in a class full of middle-aged women?
When I returned to my mat, I set my weights down on opposite sides of my mat so they would be easy to grab. I played with my towel folding and refolding it as I waited for the class to start. Once the instructor arrived, she immediately came over to me and introduced herself. Her
name was Hannah, she was short with blonde hair, and was full of energy. After her welcoming introduction I felt a little less apprehensive. Finally, it was the time I had been waiting for all morning, it was officially 10:00 am. As the lights dimmed and the music started, I mentally prepared myself for the workout ahead.
We started the class with a mediation. Laying down on the mat my body felt very heavy. I drew in my first breath, my body filled up with air and when I breathed out all my tension and anxiety released. With each breath, I felt like a weight was being lifted off my shoulders. The class itself was a struggle, I felt like I was working out in a sauna. There were multiple times where I had to use my towel to wipe off my mat, so I did not slip on my sweat. Every time we got a break, I thirstily drank out of my water bottle. The cool water felt refreshing and energizing. Even though I was using five-pound weights it felt like they were twenty pounds. The class consisted of many repetitive movements, and incorporated basic yoga moves with strength. I felt as if my body had gone on autopilot, completing one move after the next. At the end of the class, we had a three-minute cardio push. Those three minutes were so hard. I was struggling to catch my breath, and with every breath stifling air filled my lungs. Finally, the class had ended. Hannah led us through a cool down and it was time to put our equipment back.
As I was packing up, I was not thinking about all the things I had to do that day. I was thinking of how proud I was of myself. It was my first time trying the class and even though I was apprehensive I stuck it out. I was proud of the discipline and motivation I exerted by not giving up during the workout. There were many times I wanted to quit or cheat the exercises so that they would be easier, however, I did not. Working out has taught that I can do hard things not only at the gym but also in life. For years working out has been my escape to clear my mind
and take a break from reality, and I am thrilled to have found a new way to do that. I signed up to go again next week, and even though I am super sore, I am excited to do it all again.