Getting back into my fitness routine, I decided to register for a 7 AM boxing class. It’s an exercise I enjoy enough to make the effort to get up that early. I rushed in just in time, only to see a nearly empty room and no instructor. At 7:05, the instructor came dancing in. “We’ll get started at 7:15.” “7:15?,” I questioned internally, “Then why did I rush over here?,” but waited patiently to get started.
At 7:15, the class finally started with a warmup. Stretch to the left. Stretch to the right. Circle your hips, circle your knees, and then on to some explosive movements. I questioned the method and wondered if there would be anything specific to the punches we would throw, but I kept going.
As we transitioned into the combos, I wasn’t enjoying myself. I wasn’t enjoying the instructions. When we started a standing ab series full of exercises that didn’t engage my core when I was corrected for my modifications, had a decision to make. I could continue to stick it out, be a good little student and just roll with things or they were. Or I could do the thing that scared me. I could make the most visible choice, the choice that everyone would see and notice. I could walk out. So I did.
Instead of staying around, playing nice to avoid making a scene and having someone dislike me, I chose to listen to myself, the person I already like and likes me back.
I walked out, and in doing so, I chose me.
I later came back to the gym workout to do a running workout that I enjoyed much more that day. I am glad I had the courage to make that decision. May I have the courage to choose it again whenever I need.
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