When the new year rolled around, I decided, for myself, that I would hit the gym once a week. Not 3 times, not everyday, but simply once a week.
So far, so good.
My coworker thought I was shooting a little low and should aim from twice a week, but for some reason I knew that would be "more pressure" for me to meet. So I just kept it at once a week. If I could do that, then I would be happy. Heck, I've been paying for a membership for...gulp...almost 10 years and have probably used it less than 10 times. 24 Hour Fitness just got a nice chunk of my money for nothing.
Last week, I walked on the treadmill for about 45 minutes. While I did pump up the speed, I didn't increase the incline and ended up not really breaking a sweat. It probably wasn't much of a workout for most people, but for me it was a good start. At least I went, right?
I checked out the schedule and found out there was a step class at 9am. Perfect. I can drop Keira off at school and head straight to the gym. It's been quite some time (probably more than 10 years) since I've done step, so I knew I'd be pretty uncoordinated and completely lost. But I have to start somewhere right?
I stepped on the eliptical for about 10 minutes to get my heart going and then waited outside the classroom with a bunch of other people. No joke, but I thought I was going to a class for senior citizens. Every single person standing in front of me had to have been at least 50 years old, and then there was me. But I told myself, even if it is, I'm still going. That's what I was standing there for.
So, as one class cleared out and another one filed in, I found my spot off to the side of the teacher. I could still see, but I didn't want to be in the way of other seasoned steppers. And then class started...
For the most part, I kept moving. I recognized some of the moves and was completely lost on others, but I kept moving. I think I looked at the clock a handful of times, but the first time it was about 24 minutes into the class. What the heck? I made it 24 minutes and wasn't in desperation?! I managed to finish up the remaining 36 minutes, still somewhat lost but sweating nonetheless.
I'm giving myself a small pat on the back for making it through. I was watching one class goer throughout the class and passed by her on the way out of the bathroom. I thanked her for letting me watch her and her movements, because it had been so long since I've gone. She reassured me that she was once in my same position but I'll eventually get there.
Will I be going again next week? Hopefully yes. I can't think of any good excuses not to.