KIN V73. Holistic Movement. Whatever -- I love you. After several years away from a class setting, I decided to tiptoe back to a neighboring community college for the fall semester. For fitness! I've been toying with the idea for years, but kept putting it off for various reasons. Finally, I got tired of my own excuses and made it happen. The class is a great outlet for me and keeps me committed to my fitness goals, as anyone can get a bit sidetracked from time to time. This is the first time I've ever been accountable to anything fitness related -- I prefer to work out on my own. It is a nice comfort to find a rhythm. Have you ever met someone and connected so well that you wonder how you ever were without them before? Well, that's how I feel about this class. I never knew it before, but now, I don't know how I did without it. It has re-inspired me to explore my interests in yoga, pilates, and ballet.
It's strangely comforting to know that I am supposed to be in this particular place every Monday and Wednesday evening. For the next three months anyway. Tucked away in the cozy, small gymnasium with creaky wood floors and basketball hoops. In a strange way, it feels slightly reminiscent of nap time in preschool -- we all show up with our mats, dim the lights, turn on music, and feel rested, energized and refreshed upon departure. I wonder where this class was while I was attending university -- it probably would've calmed me down a lot. Or maybe not. I probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy it the way I do now. For the first time in my entire life, I'm taking a course credit/no credit. And while I still secretly desire a letter grade (I'm such a nerd), I'm learning to let it go. This is not a contest. This is for me. And I'm giving myself a pass.