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Gym was certainly interesting last night. I had, of course, already gone there in the morning for my usual Monday workout (chest, back, abs - unsuccessful still, unsuccessful), but I was itching to attempt another workout in the evening after reading an article about splitting cardio routines into two for better results in Men’s Health last Saturday. So, the 8:40pm BodyBalance class it was.

This was my first class with Amanda; I’ve had tried the other BodyBalance instructors at my gym - Lin Li, Sharon, and of course, Klevin, my regular instructor. Amanda was similar to Klevin in the sense the routines were more advanced and the flow smoother, with few breaks, if any. I like the challenge. The other two ladies were very generous with their instructions, precise and perfect for beginners, or intermediate students like me, who need to improve our techniques.

Good class, after which I introduced myself to Amanda and asked here a couple of questions about the training course to be an instructor. Pretty much what Sharon had told me. Was joined by Ben, one of her regular students. He was also taking up the BodyBalance instructor class early next year, so if I’m up for it, at least I’ll have company.

We spoke further after showering. Ben had left the corporate world himself, and is now a music teacher. Piano. Completely independent. The lifestyle must be good. I find myself curious and somewhat envious. Here was living proof of someone who could escape the rat race and find some quality of life for himself. Why not me, then?

Just got to get it started. And that’s exactly what I told Ben (my former personal trainer Jonathan’s sister, not the music-teacher-soon-to-be-BodyBalance-instructor) when I met her at the juice bar after exiting the changing room. She was writing in her journal (an good old-fashioned paper one, not a oh-so-impermanent weblog); we got to talking about stories and the writing of them. Familiar fears of what being written not being quite good enough (we are each our own worst critic after all). But at the end, the only thing to do is to get started. The worst mistake a would-be-writer could make is simply not to write.

This lesson I’m trying to take to heart. I must write, this is what I have to do. What comes after is beyond me, and well should it be so too. Just write, write, write.