My alarm promptly goes off at 6am this morning, alerting me to the task that I've assigned for myself....my first trip to the gym. Now, I'm not sure how many of you reading this REALLY know me...but you'll know that I'm neither a night OR a morning person. That being said, I'd rather suffer through waking up early than staying up late...I can't handle many late nights...I hit my wall, as my husband refers to it, and will sleep where standing! So, 6am...my mom says she's going to call too....6:05, 6:10 (alarm goes off again), mind you I'm awake, I'm just not moving.
6:20 my alarm goes off...a way to deflect the task ahead is to ask my husband "Wanna do it?" Of course, he struggles with that answer. But knowing that I'm having issues with my self-esteem, body image, etc...he politely refuses and tells me to go to the gym.
I get to the gym around 6:45. I'm dressed and ready to work out. I have my "shower equipment" and work clothes neatly packed in a bag...almost like an overnight visit with a new friend. There are no more than a dozen cars in the parking lot. In the "main workout room" there are four older gentlemen (60-70's) working on the cardio equipment. Downstairs in the "Women's Only" workout room, there are 3 women...I can do this...I can handle this.
I set the treadmill for 25 minutes thinking it's going to kill me...but the end result will be worth it. That first 25 minutes went by so quickly, I wanted to do more....alas, I had to shower my sweaty ass and get to work....
The shower is a whole other story of cramped spaces, and forgotten flip flops!
But, I did it! I went and survived Day 1....tomorrow...Day 2 and more time on the treadmill...then tomorrow night, my first appointment with my trainer.
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