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Earlier this year, I met up with my friend Sarah for lunch.

Aside from the immediate mood boost of hanging out with one of my favorite people on the

planet, I was feeling a little grumpy and lethargic.

Sarah was, well, the opposite.

At one point I said something akin to, I'll have what she's having, and she laughed, saying that she wondered if she was in such a good

mood because it had been a good week in the sweaty exercise department. I paused and realized

that I couldn't remember the last time I elevated my heart rate and got sweaty.

It might have been while moving logs back in the fall, but more likely it was during the summer

when the extreme heat, coupled with my 30-minute non-torturous walking practice, left me drenched.

This felt a little concerning, and yet even when Sarah suggested in a casual non-preachy way

that I look for an indoor exercise class near home while I waited for the extreme summer heat to return,

I was skeptical. My narrative over the past decade has been, I can't do fitness classes.

Not because I don't like them. I used to be an avid step aerobics and kickboxing class attendee, but because it actually

felt impossible.

My schedule and routine as a parent of young kids and an independent multi-business

owner with a running daily to-do list of around 70 to 80 actual items,

couldn't tolerate additional barriers to entries such as signing up for a membership,

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