I, Victoria, did a Zumba class. Two, actually. I’ve never done something like that before and I was so nervous about it, but I went with my best friend and it was honestly fabulous. I’ve always felt uncomfortable about working out with another person, but with her I really don’t mind. I’m a very ungraceful, and not exactly tiny, person, and I. do. not. dance. But the class is a motley, from beginners barely managing to move their feet properly (me) to people that have every song down pat and can even add their own twists.
I’m just honestly so glad that my friend and I decided to do it. I haven’t worked out much since I decided not to do soccer this semester and it’s definitely taken a toll on me emotionally and physically. Sure, two classes isn’t nearly enough to make a real difference yet, but I’ve definitely been more upbeat, and since it’s been over the course of four days it’s not just a good mood. To wake up with the familiar ache in whatever muscles you exerted the night before is something I’ve missed, and I’m certainly going to make an effort to keep going. I get my license in two weeks (I know I know I’m pathetic ’cause I could have gotten it a year ago) and when I do that I’ll have the freedom to go whenever I want. I’ll probably go when my friend does still because we really motivate each other, and if one of us doesn’t feel like we can do it the other tells them that they most definitely can.
So anyway, my abs hurt when I laugh. And I laugh at nearly everything, so today has been a struggle.
But now I have rootbeer (I hardly ever drink soda but we decided to grab drinks today) and I have piano tonight and I didn’t have to go to classes today because yearbook is in charge of group picture day (organising high schoolers is like herding cats (that’s my friend’s expression)) and I might go grab food with him after school tomorrow and it’s almost FRIDAY.