So, I get major anxiety about being late to workout classes. It’s part of the reason I don’t like going to workout classes on weeknights. By lunchtime, I’m already stressed out about getting out of work on time and traffic is such a crapshoot…it just makes the whole “stress relief” aspect of exercise kind of a wash.
But! This afternoon at the last minute I decided haul ass across town to DEFINEbody for a weeknight workout class anyway. I left work early enough that getting there on time shouldn’t have been a problem. But even though I made it through the first two highways without incident, I find I can’t calm down until I can physically see the studio because Houston traffic can seriously squash your workout plans when you’re less than a mile away. In this case, I was right to be worried; the last five minutes turned into the last ten minutes and I ended up walking into the packed class exactly one minute late. I felt like I had lost a competition with…time? Traffic? I don’t know. Plus, classes at DEFINE require a ton of props, so I had to be That Girl as I collected all my stuff.
I’d like to say that getting there was half the battle, but it wasn’t….staying there was. That class was hard. I had never taken a class with this instructor before but apparently the class was packed because a lot of Houston area women do not fuck around when it comes to thighs and glutes. I was dying. By the time we got to the final portion, abs, I was ready to call it a day. Also, I hate doing abs in any and all circumstances.
I was a little cranky at the end of class because I wasn’t looking forward to driving back across town, but luckily, the endorphins kicked in, and by the time I made it back to the Beltway, my mood had vastly improved. (I think listening the Electric Guest album had something to do with it too…I just discovered them recently and I really like them.) By the time I walked in the house, I was feeling pretty positive about life…and then there was pizza! This day is really turning out to be kind of great.