To say I have never enjoyed exercise is an understatement.
I hate the feeling of running, and I used to loathe PE at school. I have toyed with the idea of gym memberships for the last few years, but knew that they would just be another bill to pay and I wouldn’t actually get my monies worth out of it. Although, on a weekly basis I would say I was going to start exercising at the beginning of the new week, it never materialised.
However, my self confidence has hit an all time low recently, and I knew that I needed to do something to make myself feel better. So I joined the gym.
I went once and hated it and like I thought, my membership just sat there redundant. However, one day I was feeling brave and booked myself onto a class. I figured that if I booked myself on then I would have to go – and I did. Since then I have been to many more classes, and it is really working for me.
Being in an environment where you have limited choice really helps. You can’t just slack off or stop when you feel tired because everyone around you is still going hard, and you don’t want to be the person who stops the class.
I have just completed my first month of going to a minimum of two classes a week, and I am starting to see progress. I am not the horrendously weak sweaty mess I was on my first class, nor am I skipping exercises because my spaghetti arms just can't hack it. I am slowly building up some endurance and dare I say it... some muscle!
Not only am I enjoying the change, but I am really enjoying how it is making me feel afterwards, which is something I never thought I would say. Both the classes I currently attend are in a morning, which hurts me each time the alarm goes off, but when I am there I feel 100 times better about myself.
The main thing I have learnt from this past month is that it really isn't as scary as you think. No one judges if you can't lift as much as the next person, or if you are sweating buckets. Everyone started somewhere. It's just finding the motivation to go which is the hardest bit...