First day...What am I thinking?

It's 6:00 a.m. and I've been up for a half hour already. Getting me out of bed is like taking a crowbar to a bolted down box. I'm usually in bed until at least 7:00 a.m. So far, so good for this not so morning gal.

I’m off on a quick two minute drive to the Ankeny South Farrell's location were I will be spending the next 10 weeks, 45 minutes a day, six days a week. Once again I walk into a sea of people! The group not only consists of the new friends who also decided to take the plunge, but also those who are more acquainted with the program and have been with it for sometime now. Needless to say all us newbie’s thought we'd stick to the back of the room!


Not even 10 minutes in and I want to quit! I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but for goodness sakes Lord, PLEASE have mercy on me! I haven't even got into the punching and kicking and I'm ready to fall to the mat and cry! Is it normal for a person to lose their coordination when they get older? Because this one time cheerleader has absolutely NONE! Although I found that I'm better at following along when going side to side, but completely suck when it comes to going forward and backward. What the heck is up with that? Lucky for me I'm not being judged on my coordination and how well I keep up...for now at least!


I'm guessing that puking isn't required, but I did! Am I embarrassed? Hell no! I look at it as a great achievement. I pushed myself this morning. I felt the burn baby! I'm impressed with myself. I may not have finished the last 10 minutes of the class out on the mat, but I did make it to the toilet and I didn't make a scene while doing it. Yeah for me!!


And the rest of the story...


I went home, cleaned up, got Emilie dressed, dropped off to the sitter's house and went onto work. I felt pretty good. Good, not great, but good. My body has been sore and achy and I totally expected that to happen. However, my head was a mess! I think my brain became jelly. I wasn't thinking too straight and the words weren't coming out of my mouth once I thought of what to say. Signs of being tired? Maybe, but I didn't feel all that tired. If anyone can explain it to me, I wouldn't mind being enlightened a bit!