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I only recently became an addict.

Leeds did it to me.

I'm not sure if it was the isolation from friends, the lack social activities or my competitiveness.

But it got to me - under my skin. And now, it seems, I can't live without it.

It's step aerobics. I just can't get enough.

I was never one to even go to the gym in my early twenties. I used to play sports to keep in shape.

When I did go, it would be to do a few weights. I could never get into the machines and certainly did not think that a class would be worthwhile.

I always had images of Jane Fonda with her tights, leg warmers and eighties hair. Ick.

I also never like to do things that were trendy or that everyone else was doing. This is why I always said I was never really a fan of New Kids on the Block and when I finally caved to peer pressure I decided the cutest was Danny - the one no one else really liked. But I digress...

So, when my British friend asked me to go to Step Aerobics class with her, I was skeptical.

I must humbly admit that I also thought it might be too easy. Kinda like advanced dancing - not that I can dance but I never really was out of breath from it.

I figured I had nothing to lose - I'll try most things once.

It kicked my ass. Literally. My butt and legs were sore for an entire week after that 45 minute session.

It was then I knew that if I wanted to really get into shape, this was the way to do it.

My coordination was not good the first couple of sessions. I consider myself someone who has fairly good control over their arm and leg movements. But, add a step and exhaustion and I think Fred Astaire would have some problems.

But I improved. And I started to notice a change in my body. I had these muscles in the places I never knew.

And I felt great. The rush of any cardiovascular activity is so worth the pain and suffering you must endure to get yourself up to a reasonable working-out level.

So, when we left Leeds, we had a problem.

I knew I wasn't going to be exercising when we travelled, but once we got back to Canada, I knew I would have to find a way.

Last week, I started to feel lethargic, tired, unmotivated. And I new I needed my fix.

So I signed up with a gym and went to my first class yesterday. Today, I'm feeling the pain but I know it's good pain. I love that pain.

And I also discovered yet another cultural difference.

Leeds Aerobics Class - Our instructor was bubbly and energetic. She would occasionally ask us 'how's everybody doing?' or something to that effect. Straight faced. No one answered. No one wanted to be noticed. No one smiled. Except for me. But I felt as though I was standing out in the class because of my over eager North American enthusiasm.

Canadian Aerobics Class - Our instructor has the same personality. And everyone in the class responded to that. When she asked "How many more?" we answered "Four more...three more...two more...". I'm not sure how much I like this as it seems to bring back memories of Fonda. But maybe, in my heart I am a Fonda girl.

One thing is for sure - it still gives me that accomplished feeling. And those 'happy hormones' are kicking in again.

I just hope it will help my creative juices.


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