Got back to the gym yesterday for the first time in about three weeks. It's strange: after working out, just about every day for a few months, being absent for three weeks felt like eternity. I walked in and felt as if I was coming back from a years worth of time. There were more people I didn't recognize than normal. It was weird for sure, but it was like coming home again.
I love the atmosphere, the motivation I get from being there, the friends I've made from there. You can't quite once I'm there, why else would I go all the way out there. Started Zumba back up yesterday. Found out the Zumba instructor that's leaving is NOT the one I love, at least for now. So that was good news. Let's hope I can continue, my leg was fine through that work out but I had trouble with a mat work out I tried.
I'm hoping that started my 100 days. Today I'm very sore so we'll see if I can handle it. If not, tomorrow is a new day.
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