There, right there. This moment. Now.

So, you know how I've lamented losing two fitness instructors over the last year?

Well, this spring I got a wonderful surprise. Melissa, my old Body Blast instructor from The Fitness Center, returned! So I got a summer membership. And I plan on going to her Les Mills Body Attack every Monday, Wednesday and Saturday morning that I can get there.

I forget how isolating running can be. It's not like I talk a lot in class, as Quigs will attest, because holy cow, it's hard to breathe in an interval, high intensity class. But we jumped and kicked and lunged and had a great time sweating. Seriously, when we got done and were cooling down I felt this whole, "Ohhhh, yeah!" moment when I realized how much I enjoyed something that I had to give up.

It's not like I didn't try to follow it, but the other gym that she was teaching classes at was way out of my way and the vibe just wasn't the same. But this felt perfect. I saw people I hadn't seen in 10 months. It was very pleasurable. Next time though, I'll remember to bring a water bottle. :-) No open containers in the fitness rooms on the shelves any more.

Here's to burning 700 calories an hour or so.

Nice.