Explorer of Life

Despite having a jam-packed day of going through everything I own and then for some reason feeling like shit, myself and my friend ventured to the gym to try out our next experimental class: Zumba. But wait, were we sure? Did we read the title properly? No. Of course we fucking didn't. It wasn't just any Zumba, it was Strong by Zumba. Little did we realise what exactly we'd got ourselves in for. The Strong by Zumba website says of itself: " Strong by Zumba combines high intensity interval training with the science of Synced Music Motivation. " It's safe to say that we did not realise this. We died ever so slightly. Considering this, time during the class went pretty quickly- it had been 50 minutes just as we thought it would never end. There's literally no explanation regarding the class that I can give. The website says it all, and it was tough man. But do you know what? We got through it. We fucking got through it. And for the fourth class I...

EDIT: The awkward moment when the preview of your first post is a picture of your crotch but you don't know how to change it. We're just going to jump straight in here: I'm going to the gym tomorrow. Now, this might be a normal sentence to the average joe, but for me, that is a pretty big thing. Having always wondered why people go to the gym when you can exercise a-plenty in the great outdoors, I'm surprised to find myself excited at the notion of gyming (am I doing this right?). My main reasons for going to the gym is to lose a bit of weight (as some of my favourite clothes have become uncomfortable due to my change in weight/shape), gain a bit of muscle and just get fitter in general. I don't know how much I weigh and don't plan to track this throughout the whole gym thing. I want to rely on my eye. I've always been a lover of my body but recently I've just not been feeling it, so I want to get to the point again where I look in the mirror at al...