Getting fit

I went to my first exercise class in over a year on Tuesday night. I had major anxiety because of the stupid blood clots, but I have the doctor's ok so everything is ok to start....As I sat there, women and men came in, sat down and my anxiety became greater. They all had the "right" clothes and shoes and lean bodies.....

But I went out onto the exercise mat and I did "it". "It" was a total fitness class - kickboxing ish, Pilate's ish, yoga ish. It wasn't pretty. I have left/right issues. I didn't die. They didn't have to call the ambulance for me. And I felt like I would eventually get all of the moves down - if the teacher doesn't change up too often. I felt good when it was over - sweaty BUT good.

Yesterday I was bragging to a co-worker about how good it felt to exercise again and how I didn't hurt at all. I was worried that I might not have pushed myself hard enough.

Hmmm, this morning I woke up and my legs hurt, my back hurt, my arms hurt. Hurt in a good way, not bad enough to take Tylenol.

I like this feeling. I'm moving forward.