I used to hate going to the gym. I mean, I would pay for a membership and go every now and again, but I didn’t enjoy it.

One of the best parts of the Get Fit Challenge is that I grew to enjoy the gym. [Ok, “enjoy” is a strong word. Maybe I should say that I grew to appreciate the gym.]

I used to only go to piloga classes (a combo of pilates and yoga) and water aerobics. But now I’m also digging Zumba, the elliptical, the treadmill, and the weight machines.

And then sometimes [and here, 100 words later, is where this post actually begins], I try new classes. For example, I have tried Weight Training classes a few times. And I don’t love them. Nor do I particularly like them.

Last Thursday, I went to a Zumba class and then thought it might be fun [first mistake] to stick around for the Weight Training class, which involved such things at 10 lb weights, a medicine ball, a weight bar, a bench, a mat. Lots and lots of gear.

The teacher was mean. The class was packed tight. I was tired and in a bad mood.

So I walked out. Before the class ended, I quit. Packed up. Walked out.

I was discouraged. I was mad. I was tired and tired of it. I felt a lot of things.

But on Friday morning, I went back. I went back to the gym.

I had a good realization sometime Friday morning. It is absolutely okay if I don’t like the Weight Training classes. I’m not trying to enter a body building contest. I’m just trying to eat healthy and exercise. That’s it.

So if I dislike some of the classes that the gym offers, I DON’T HAVE TO GO.

But I do have to go back to the gym. I know that feeling of Thursday- the feeling that I failed at the gym. And a lot of times that meant I would avoid the gym for days weeks ever.

That’s the old me. Not Annie 2010.

I won’t let one bad workout day define my entire workout life.

No sir. I will not.

So on Friday, I went back to the gym.

Booyah.