My Strength Was Tested

Not the mental or emotional kind I usually talk about here....

But the physical kind.

Today I went to a Pilates class. The first exercise class I have been to since before I was pregnant with the boys. (You know, part of that whole lifestyle change thing).

It burned, oh did it BURN. But it felt good to work hard - specifically to work hard on something that wasn't my kids. I was sweating and cursing and out of breath, but I was actually doing something for me!

At one point, the teacher said "Feel your strength and be proud of it" and I thought HELL YEAH! I am almost three years removed from any sort of proper exercise and this class hasn't killed me! In fact, I was actually keeping up. Yes, it hurt, and my form was probably completely out the window, but I was doing it. I guess carrying around twins for 2+ years (and no end in sight!) has helped keep me more fit than I'd realized!