Tonight, about 20 minutes after arriving back in Tamsweg, dozens of older Austrian women totally (but not literally) kicked my ass in a fitness class I took part in.
It was my first time--I was invited by my friend and colleague Zsuzsi--and it was a hoot. But after my first collapse to the mat, definitely demoralizing. There were multiple moments where my joints/muscles screamed in protest at a certain move we had to hold for 15 seconds.One thrusting move (which requires you to stick your toes up and dig your heels into the ground) was a no-go.
I tried to keep thinking positive--after a few weeks of this, just imagine how much easier it will be! And it's true--I found out there's another class on Thursdays, which I'll also attend this week.
And the cosmos wanted to remind me how small Tamsweg is: I ran into the same kind woman I ran into on the mountain a week or so ago. I had to remind her who I was, but she seemed pretty excited I showed up to the fitness class (she had even proudly mentioned it in our brief chat). She insisted that I inform the instructor it was at her recommendation that I showed up...but it really wasn't. So, if it's anything like the US and someone may get perks for recommending someone, I'll make sure Zsuzsi benefits from that!
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