As I sit here in the backyard of our very good friend’s house in Murrieta,
CA with a wonderful view of the neighborhood and mountains. I am feeling peaceful yet anxious at the same
time. I have been gone from my normal life/routine for 5 days now. Oddly enough
the thing I miss most (besides my bed) is cooking. Don’t get me wrong I love a
good restaurant but there is nothing like a home cooked meal (IMO). As I sit
here and sip my coffee taking in the fresh morning air, I am reflecting on my
fitness journey or should I say the lack there of. Let me start at the
beginning. A month ago, the gym had announced it was canceling all fitness
classes. When I found out, I was devastated. The ONLY reason why I was going to
the gym was for the classes, specifically yoga and spin. I had been taking
these classes with the same instructors on and off for 8 years. All of a sudden,
the option to go to my weekly yoga class was gone. I kept telling myself, “It’s
just a yoga class you can go anywhere and do yoga.” The thing is it is more
than a yoga or spin class it is a family, a routine, a part of my life. The
same instructors for years and same core group of people. All of that just
being taking away from me!
As I move through one of my last yoga classes at the gym, I could not
control the tears rolling down my face. I could not even focus on my practice, I was
so upset. Then our final pose, Savasana,
I lay in with tears falling down my face, I told myself this is an opportunity
to jump-start my fitness, motivation and routine; a complete overhaul of sorts.
I realized while this door is closing it does not have to be the end. The next day I visited a couple of gyms in the
area. After my research, I found a new gym to call home.
