So I used to dance...like all the time. I was in a dance company and had dance practice 2 or 3 times a week for hours at a time. We performed all over the area. I loved it. My body felt strong then. It flowed. Granted I was young.
Fast forward twenty years....(maybe that twenty years is the problem)
I'm going to a regular zumba class. I don't know how they work in different gyms but ours has some Latin influence in their steps but has a lot of jazz and hip hop too which is what I used to do in dance. I can actually feel the muscle memory as my body does the steps. It remembers. It feels comfortable. It's fun because steps that could seem quite complicated for a beginner are ones that I have done for so many years, that I don't even have to think about it. I watch the instructor and I'm right in line with what she is doing.
AND THEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR!!!!!!!
Who is that elephant in the mirror?? Surely that isn't me! I am young! I am a sixteen year old dancer! I am strong! I am smooth! I have moves! I am not a 37 year old out of shape mother of four!!
I hate the mirrors! I hate that those stupid mirrors are ruining dancing for me. Without the mirrors I feel great and young and my body feels good doing those dance steps again. And then I catch a glimpse of the dancing fool in the mirror and I get embarrassed and wonder why in the world I am here.
So dear gym of mine...can't you please take down the mirrors? I will keep coming. I like going to the gym and am feeling stronger all the time but don't you think you could ease the pain and humiliation just a tad?
Now I know why people run outside...no mirrors!