Disclaimer: This was written yesterday.
So today I overcame my lifelong fear of fitness centers. I officially became one of THEM. I even bought workout clothes. I still can’t believe I spent that much money. I never saw myself as worthy of the gym. Today, however, I decided to go anyway. As I gazed upon the 24 Hour Fitness building, I shook in trepidation. However, I had already bought the clothes, made the charts, and told the 3 people who read my blog about my plans. I didn’t want to let them down, so I entered the sacred hall of…health. Dun dun dun.
I acted confident, but I had no idea what in the world I was doing. God sent me the one employee with glasses to be my guide. This may sound shallow, but that took 90% of the burden off my shoulders. 50% of the burden returned once we started touring machine central. I felt every eye upon me, scouting out the “new girl”. I wonder if I looked as ridiculous as I felt. I mean, I was even wearing a headband. Anyway, we made it through, and I have officially fallen in love with a treadmill. After a half an hour jamming to Britt Nicole while losing over 100 calories, I was on cloud nine. I even felt…ok…which was better than the “bad” I’d been fighting all day. I left looking forward to tomorrow when I can do it all over again (without the humiliation of a guided tour).
I have to say, I’m kind of nervous though. With my new membership comes a free session with a personal trainer. Mine is set up for Wednesday. And yes, HIS name is William. A guy? Really? Don’t they have any FEMALE personal trainers? Oh well. Guess that’ll be a story for a later date.
Today was really significant for me, though. I’ve always kind of had this box that I hid in of all the different things I thought I should believe about myself. I’m finding there really is a whole ‘nother world out there that’s “ok” to experience, like fitness centers. Not sure how I feel about the sauna yet, but I don’t think it’s time for me to tackle that one. One step at a time.