But to be real, Body Fit is tough. Burpees, squats, planks… sometimes it felt like a boot camp disguised as a free fitness class. Some days I walked in confidence and walked out questioning my life choices.
Yet it wasn’t the workout that kept me coming back - it was the people. We sweated together, counted down the last seconds, and hyped each other up in the Teams chat afterward. “My legs are gone.” “Same.” “See you next week?” Somehow, the answer was always yes.
And then there was Mr. Sơn - the coach everyone has a love-hate relationship with. He pushed us, caught anyone slacking, and somehow knew exactly when we were about to give up. But he was also the first to clap, laugh, and remind us how far we’d come.
Even more than him, it was the support from friends around me that made showing up easier. Seeing classmates struggle just as loudly, cheering each other on, joking about sore legs afterward - it made consistency feel natural and discipline feel less like a chore. After class, we’d collapse on the floor, laughing about how sore we’d be tomorrow, sometimes go for lunch, sometimes just sit there catching our breath. In those sweaty, messy, shared moments, I realized I wasn’t doing it alone. That support gave me courage, and slowly, it helped me push a little further each session.