This isn’t a deep post and it sure won’t be long. Change, change, change. I’m usually ok with some change, unless it’s the last minute swap of fitness instructors at my favorite class.
Last night I planned to attend two workout classes – 30/60/90 and Body Pump. The clocked ticked towards 6:30 and no sign of the normal instructor for 30/60/90 but I did spot the older, gruff man with terrible music. Not cool 24 Hour Fitness.
Some of the regulars and I weren’t too enthused and while I knew this wouldn’t be the exact workout I was looking forward to (sweat-inducing, muscles aching, music blasting) I had to make the most of the situation. Let’s just say that the the Rocky Balboa soundtrack isn’t my jam but we did end up working our arm muscles to pieces.
I should be open to new things and should be open to different teaching styles but no. This is my time, my workout, and my happy time. Thankfully the Body Pump class exceeded my expectations and I felt good about going to the gym.
Just one of those days.