I must be mad....determined but mad nevertheless! For crying out loud, I'm built for comfort not speed!!
Well that has certain the excuse that I have stuck to for most of my adult life...
But determined to get fit - think back to those New Years resolutions - argh!! So I've joined a local running club, with my first session at 10am tomorrow morning.
Let's take a step back, and let you in on a secret...my crippling fear is making a fool of myself in front of people. It has been the main reason why I trend to hold back. Having read "Yes Man" by Danny Wallace back in 2009, I had promised myself that I would not turn down invitations just because I'd be scared that I might end up embarrassing myself. I do have to give myself a pat on the shoulder that I've really tried to embrace the fear and bold go...celiah dancing; dressed up for fancy dress parties; tried bowling; walking on icy surfaces (think Bambi on ice, OK!) and oh my goodness here it comes...group fitness!!
I hate the gym, and I mean haaaaate!! Firstly why are there never any other people with curves and layers of cuddle. Why do I always feel like the only chubby one there. Secondly, gyms are boring! After 10 minutes, I'm done! So after numerous years of wasted gym memberships - I've gone outdoors!
I love the outdoors. I used to have a outdoor job that required me to have a certain level of fitness but I've been office-bound for the last 4 years and boy do I miss feeling the elements (I was going to say sunshine but I live in London so no-one would ever believe that I'd be bathed in radiant sunshine!)
Originally I looked at the boot camp option but somehow the idea of someone shouting at me with the distinct purpose of shaming me into physically exerting myself, really really doesn't appeal. I know that I need the motivation but the pure fear would override any exercise induced adrenaline.
I happened to post a "help" query on this new local neighbourhood site (Streetlife) and received a pleasant response from a personal trainer who was keen to start up a local running club. So bravely...I joined!
Petrified I rushed down to the local Sports Direct to find a suitable pair of tracky pants and Nike support top...I've got a sports bra hiding somewhere in my cupboard. Right now I look the part, albeit my clothes look so new that I'm still going to look like the beginner. Oh who am I kidding, when they see me "run" they will all know this isn't my natural form of movement!!
Wish me luck! I'll keep you posted on my progress as I suspect my fingers might be the only part of my body that I will be able to move afterwards.
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