When I was younger, I ran track, danced, and played city league soccer. As time went on, like most, my studies became more important and I slowly reduced myself to just the color guard in marching band and dance. My senior year I was down to doing nothing.

50 pounds later, I'm here at college, participating in a boxing class twice a week and the occasional Zumba class. While I'm not totally fit, I am definitely not nearly as built as I was in high school. Exercise used to be fun, but now I just feel like I'm dying. I believe that I speak for all of us unathletic people when I sum up the thoughts that go through my head.

1. This won't be that bad!

I mean, just look at those cute little puppies running! There is no way that it can be that bad when they look that happy. I mean, they're dogs, if a dog can do it, so can I!

2. OK... this is intimidating

OK... she's totally built and perfect, but hey, everyone had to start out somewhere... right? I'm sure she looked just like me before she looked like that.

3. Pure confusion

This is right... I think? I am doing this right. Maybe I'm doing this right. Are people staring at me? Is it supposed to feel like this? Oh... I am TOTALLY not doing this right.

4. Exercise isn't even that bad, why did I complain?

Hey, I'm actually feeling pretty good! I don't get why I was even complaining about it earlier. My heart is pumping, the endorphins are going, it's awesome!!

5. Yeah, this is great!

*Eye of the Tiger* plays

6. Exhaustion begins to set in

OK, so maybe this isn't all that fun. My muscle hurt, my head hurts, I want to just lay down right now. I think I'm starting to remember why I didn't want to do this in the first place.

7. Possibly death?

Nope. Nope. Nope.

8. Sudden revival

I am literally unstoppable. I don't even know why I was tired earlier. I have enough energy to run 4 marathons!

9. Actual death

Yeah. I'm done.

10. That's never happening again

I am perfectly content with never stepping foot into another gym the rest of my life.