I like thinking about my first Fusion class because it helps me see how far I’ve come. I walked into one of Erica’s classes carrying far too much baby weight and a bundle of self-esteem issues under my baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. I was looking for something different, but I was NOT prepared for what was coming! Half way through my first class, I took a bathroom break because I had to convince the spaghetti I’d eaten for dinner to stay put, mentally curse myself for thinking this was a great idea, and adjust my ponytail. I told myself that I only had 30 minutes left to fake it in that corner of the classroom, then I could go home and collapse. I got back out there and scanned the crowd to avoid watching myself flail about in the mirror. I saw many different body types, age ranges, ability levels, and all of them were having fun! I heard Erica’s voice yelling “You’ve got this!” I most certainly did not have IT unless that IT was a punch card for more classes (which seemed like a mistake at that point). When the class was over, I was pooling sweat and beet red. Despite my newbie struggles, I had survived and I knew I’d found something rare. It was the pure joy for fitness, and it was contagious!