I used to teach fitness classes 6 days a week. My most favorite being cycling (or some call it spinning). If I taught more than two a day my mother would crack the joke that I was “recycled”. She’s cute, isn’t she!!!
At 36 years young, I threw myself a curveball. I made a decision to change my path in life. This path led me back home, across several states, to the home I grew up in. I had a destination, but no direction… My life is in sheer chaos and I am holding the pieces together. Let’s just put it this way, I am not recycled!!! And I miss it! WIthout exercising daily my center is a little off to the left. I recently started teaching boxing and pilates classes at local gyms and this past week I finally got my big break and received a cycling class. (Perseverance baby, perseverance)
Now let me tell you, I am used to a pretty smooth ride on nice new bikes and this was nothing of the sort. I had to prove myself in a class with old beat up bikes and no microphone. I was told the only way I can keep the class is if I win them over. (No pressure… really!?!?) So what did I do??? I won them over! And I did it with style.
I am picking up the pieces. I will not fall, I will not break!!! I love myself too much to give up. I am at a crossroads and what I do now can either build me up or break me down. I will cycle my way to better physical, mental, and emotional health because baby, that’s the only thing right now that is keeping my pieces together…
Smile my friends,