You may remember about two years ago when I posted that I had discovered a new workout called POUNDFit which was being taught at my local church. I took the class one time and fell so head over heels in love with it I wanted to do it all the time. Finally, I had found a group fitness workout that felt like ME. Loud rock music, hitting hard, and just truly an all out jam out session. There was nothing “cutesy” – no powder puff, dainty movements – just a full 45 minutes of hard core jamming out. It was perfect.
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Within 2 months of that first class, I became an instructor. I couldn’t get enough and I wanted to share the mission of rocking out with everyone. I jumped in with two feet and within just a few weeks I was teaching six classes a week. Yep, six. I went from the “girl who barely works out” to an instructor with six classes around town all with a great following of ladies ready to rock. It was fantastic. I could do it anywhere, anytime, and even with my wicked plantar fasciitis and tears that I got while running.
However, things have changed. Passions have changed. Priorities have changed. With The Teen graduating this year, Midge in her final year of elementary school, Mike buying into his new company, and me continuing to struggle with my fitness… (plus the work/fitness balance!) I have decided to hang up my RipStix for a while. It has been coming for quite some time… first taking it down to 5 classes a week. Then four. Then two. And now – happily – zero. It was bittersweet to sit on the couch yesterday during the time that I would normally have been at class for the last two years.
I have said a few times that it was like 2017 flipped a switch inside of me, and I have been systematically moving away from all of the things that no longer bring me joy. As much as I love POUNDFit, I began to dread having to leave Midge at home alone, dread dinner having to be an hour later, dread having to learn new songs and put together new playlists. It was then that I knew it was time to let it go.
I am not sure what my next chapter is – but I know right now it feels good to have a completely open schedule for the first time in years. My community no longer has live scheduled webinars, I no longer have scheduled classes, and I have even left the women’s group that I was a part of behind in 2016. The Teen is driving herself everywhere and her sister most places too. Mike is no longer home during the day. It feels almost like I am an empty nester.
I’ve written often about a “Season of Change” here on MoscatoMom… I have to say, this feels like the strongest one yet.