As a part of my “Get Your Life Back In Order” overhaul, I scheduled in three days this week to go to the gym. I have not gone in close to 2 months, although in that time I’ve worked out at home a whopping one time. One. It’s no wonder that I had no energy to do anything and my muscles were turning into flab.
Walking into the gym yesterday was hard. I was worried; scared. I was afraid that it would be too busy and there would be no machines. I was nervous about going to the gym alone for the first time ever. I’m not sure what I thought would happen, since this was not a life-altering half hour. It was only 30 minutes on the elliptical. I’ll tell you what I was not expecting, though: The gym owner hollering at me as I was leaving, “Good to see you! It’s been a really long time!” Oh, yes he did.
Today, it was easier. Walking in the door was still hard. Butterflies are taking up residence in my stomach, but with a deep breath I went in anyway. I waved at the owner, found an empty machine and zoned out for half an hour. I didn’t die. My world didn’t end. My only regret is forgetting my water bottle. There’s always Thursday, right?
Boing back to the gym after a long time is never easy!
You will get used to it again!