My heart pounds as I step on the bosu ball. My muscles cry, “stop!” My mind says, “keep going. You can do it.” I look up at the clock. It’s only been 5 minutes. I am not sure how much longer I can endure this. I refocus on the instructor. “10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 and again,” she shouts over the music. The other exercisers groan like I do. Again I look at the clock – it’ s been 10 minutes. I remind myself that I shouldn’t have taken off from exercising last week.
It seems as I get older it’s harder for me to get back into an exercise routine. When I am in my routine, I feel so much better – refreshed, energized, content. With exercise I am a better person, teacher, mother, wife, and friend. I remind myself that I will be going to the gym again.
As the clock ticks away, I slowly get into the groove of the instructors ques. Deep down my body is saying thank you, but it doesn’t really want to admit it. I soon forget about the clock and the pain. My body feels happy – I’m happy.