Searching For a Spark

For 7 years now I have identified as a group fitness instructor, yet it’s been almost two years since I taught my last in-person class.

The truth? I don’t miss teaching fitness.

I miss the community. I miss the human connection. I miss moving my body with intention to music with others. I miss making people feel something. But the actual fitness aspect of it? No, I don’t really miss it. Somewhere between the pandemic, getting injured, and the world of virtual fitness, I think I lost it.

It’s been a tough pill to swallow and to be honest, the pill is still only halfway down my throat. I’m not sure where to turn in a city where group fitness is a luxury that few can fiscally afford and some are still terrified to take part in for fear of getting sick.

I miss placing my hands over a strangers on their handle bars to help them through something they didn’t think they could do. I miss the sweaty hugs. I miss having four walls where people could bring their anxieties and insecurities without fear. Where politics and policy couldn’t touch us, never mind dictate exactly what we could and couldn’t do.

Can I find that again? Maybe. I hope so. But for now I sort of feel like I’m grieving the loss of it.

Fitness community, if you’re feeling it too - let’s talk about it. For the sake of the community, yeah?

xo, E