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Saying goodbye to a life-line.

It was with real sadness I went to my last Body Combat class here in Fortaleza. As I was boxing and kicking away to special sound effects and well-timed choreography, tears came to my eyes several times as I realized that this is the end of another thing. After the class I got sweaty hugs from the instructor and a few people I’ve gotten to know over the course of the many years I’ve been going there.

I was surprised at how heavy I felt at leaving, I guess I am only now realizing how much of a life-line being able to go to my Body Combat classes at the gym regularly has been. I remember at times being so angry at life, situations, people; and thanking God for giving me a place where I could have an outlet for that anger. And I remember other times when I’d be so frustrated, and feel so lost and without routine, I’d thank God for giving me at least one activity which was regular in my week. And I'd thank God for times when I just wanted to be, and not have to be responsible for anyone or anything, or find solutions; I could stand at the back of the class and not have to talk to anyone. And other times when I'd feel insignificant and just alone, and I'd come and the girls in the reception would smile and say "good evening, Elisabeth", and the instructor and other people would be excited to see me and know my name.

It’s amazing what leaving does to you. I know I will really really miss this part of life here.


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