Happy Monday, dear readers! I hope you had a fabulous weekend.
As for me, while I wasn’t exactly a whirlwind of productivity yesterday (okay, I wasn’t at all), I still managed to write a lot on the weekend and keep my writing date this morning. I even made a healthy lunch and got things all ready to return to the gym.
This is going to be the toughest part of my new plan. The truth is, I really hate the gym. Not my kickboxing club–it’s usually not too difficult to drag myself there. But I loathe fitness clubs for the most part.
For me, the hardest part about working out at a gym is just walking in the door. Once I’ve done that, I’ve got it made. Then, if I can only keep going until I’ve gotten comfortable with the place, it won’t be such an ordeal. But that’s a big if.
Last year I stumbled upon an amazing deal. As an alumni, membership to my college’s gym is only $35 a year! And it’s within close walking distance to work, so I could do my weight routine during lunch and get it over with. I was quick to sign up and get the terrible photo taken, but did I actually go to the gym? Um, about twice.
I hate that moment when you walk in the door of a health club and everyone stops what they’re doing to stare at you. The dread of that moment is actually enough to deter me from going, but I’m not sure when I started feeling this way. Maybe it comes from the time when a woman couldn’t so much as sit down on a weight machine without some bohunk offering to show her what she was doing wrong. Free weight areas have a bad reputation of being dominated by grunting, inconsiderate, space-hogging muscle freaks, and sometimes they still are, but I think we’ve evolved past the idea that the only people who need to use weights are the ones who want to look like Arnie.
If worse came to worst, I guess I don’t really have to go to the gym. Kickboxing is a great strength workout, and between that and the running I’m planning to start this week, I should have the bases covered. But I know what weight-lifting can do for me. There’s no better, faster way to reach my goals than by supplementing my kickboxing workouts with a weight-lifting routine.
I’m putting this down in writing because I really don’t want to go. And for a pretty ridiculous reason! The gym will be practically empty right now, since it’s the summer and school is out…it’s a perfect time to get comfortable with the facilities so I don’t feel so awkward once it gets busy. Even so, I can feel the excuses for not going starting to churn in my brain.
So, wish me luck. And if I don’t go, feel free to call me a wimp!
How about you, dear reader? How do you feel about the gym–friend or foe? Does it take you awhile to get acclimated, or do you jump right in?