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I feel like taking fitness classes is a way for a new New Yorker to feel better about themselves but is also an excuse to get out of the house because you have no friends.  Those two things compliment each other quite well.  Anyway, these classes are a socially acceptable thing to do by your lonesome and it usually provides some sort of positive reinforcement while participating, such as,  mantras that are spoken out loud while kicking at an imaginary door or just the overwhelming sense of accomplishment when you don't pass out after a Bikram yoga class.  There's nothing wrong with this. I'm doing it right now.  But I do see a pattern in my "friends" (read: friends that I haven't spoken to in six years since graduating but are somehow massively active in my feed on Facebook) they get obsessed with one various form of physical fitness, ride that obsession pretty hard for about two years and then get married/get fat/start a new obsession.  But maybe that's just us trying to figure out what the fuck we're doing with our lives and if there's even a point to all of it?

The hardest thing is getting started.

Quitting is quite easy.