2 weeks ago I was terrified. I was forcing myself to go and do something brand new, in a place I had never been and was really scared to go.
It took an iMessage shove from a twitter friend to feel the fear and go and do it anyway.
The place that was so scary?
I have never been in a gym to workout, I had walked past machines on the way to a spa before but that was about it. Over the summer I decided that with Ben starting school I would now be able to find an hour 3 times a week to dedicate to me.
Yes it was tempting to spend those 3 hours on a sofa but I have reached the point where I wanted to get fitter, and no amount of laying on a sofa was going to sort that.
To coincide with my thoughts of a fitter lifestyle a new gym opened locally with no contract and was offering no joining fee. Perfect as no risk really.
I joined up and booked a group into session to be shown the equipment. And then the fear took over.
What about everyone looking at me? What do I wear? What lever of idiot will I make of myself?
In what felt like one of the bravest things I have done I forced myself to go.
And of course it was in no way scary, yes it was a bit intimidating walking in, but the staff and other 2 ladies being shown around were all lovely. The gym has a ladies only room too which is also brilliant.
I stayed after the intro session and thought ok, now or never.
So that was the starting point, me in a gym.