UltraFit with Nas 2

The feeling of rising with the sun used to fill me with a sense of accomplishment. Just yesterday, I'd triumphed over the shriek of my alarm. But this morning? Resistance was my companion. I dreamt of sneaking in a few more moments of sleep, giving in to a 4-minute timer. However, today's groggy morning routine had a win: I remembered to pack the right pants.

I reached the gym a bit early and greeted Nas. Before class, I went to fetch a towel. After all, when I sweat, I could easily rival a monsoon. My brief absence prompted a playful reprimand from Nas. I assured him of my quick return. But then, life threw a curveball. A sudden, gut-wrenching feeling hinted at a looming emergency, mere moments before class. Today's unexpected challenge? Keeping nature at bay. I emerged victorious.

Next up was the UltraFit class, directed by the ever-energetic Nas. My recent session with Olivia had me feeling on top of my fitness game. But today was a humbling reality check: I was deep in a valley. UltraFit seemed to thrive on intense cardio. Half of it was on a treadmill, while the other involved balancing acts on the floor and a bosu ball. Nas's enthusiasm was off the charts today. He set a treadmill pace that left me wondering if I'd forgotten previous speeds, playfully thinking of my grandpa's terms, "falseheimerz" or "halfzheimerz".

The floor exercises included dumbbells. Recalling my struggles with form, I chose lighter weights. Balancing on a bosu felt akin to standing on ever-shifting sands. Maybe next time, I'll dare to choose the heavier dumbbells.

There's a unique camaraderie in these sessions. Tom, a fellow gym-goer (with a name hinting at a Myspace era), attempted introductions. His treadmill, right beside mine, felt like an implicit challenge. I'd sneak peeks: his pace easily outdid mine. It's humbling, jogging at 7.3 mph while Tom cruised at a comfortable 10.2 mph. Sometimes I wonder: had I swapped video games for outdoor adventures in my younger years, where would I be?

After class, curiosity got me. I questioned Nas about a phrase I believed I'd heard him say, something that resembled "Doctor's Orders". His puzzled look followed by a suggestion to point it out next time left me feeling slightly embarrassed. But as they say, clarity often comes after a few stumbles.

Post-exercise, I usually indulge in the sauna and steam room. Today, though, the steam room had a surprise: a fellow user, disregarding etiquette, was, well, fully exposed. Amidst the mist, I contemplated his audacity. While I respect body confidence, shared spaces warrant mutual respect. Today, I chose peace over annoyance. Sometimes, one needs to just let the steam do its thing.

All the best,

Fred