Today I tried my first kickboxing group workout at Spiece. I didn't think I could do anything to fell less coordinated than I felt during workouts with EJ and Amber. I was wrong. I came down with my most severe case of Frankitis yet.
The good news is that the new me felt physically capable of keeping up, but the old, bewildered me felt so clueless. I laughingly told Rick and Tina about my apparent failure, and Rick encouraged me with this: "You don't have to be coordinated to get into shape." I'm living proof.
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