After recording my vlog for the Self Image topic I decided that right then and there I was going to take action to work on my weight issue. So I joined the gym that’s across the street from my apartment and signed up for a training session with one of their personal trainers since it was free.
I’m not going to lie, I was a little terrified when I walked into the gym the next morning for the session. You see, New York Sports Club, my gym in the city, offered these free training sessions as well. I also took them up on that offer because no one likes free better than I do. I didn’t know what to expect but apparently that personal trainer had a vendetta out against me because he put me through hell. Half way through the session and I thought I was going to die. There were things that involved a ball being passed over my head and jumping on things and over things and ohmygodIwantedtodie. I hadn’t even gotten to the part where he had me run as fast as I could on the elliptical and then had me on the stairmaster and HOLYHELLJUSTENDALREADY.
I left barely being able to walk, with a gallon of sweat caked onto my forehead and muscles that screamed for days. I vowed never to allow that personal trainer near me again and I managed to steer very well clear of him from then on. We won’t mention the weight training classes that I took with the boot camp instructor.
So when I walked in the door of my gym, I was expecting an experience similar to what I’d gone through in NY and was a little apprehensive. OK apprehensive just doesn’t describe it. I was terrified. I even told the personal trainer who met with me that I was abused the last time I had one of these sessions and wasn’t looking forward to another beating like that one. He assured me it would not kill me.
Surprisingly, it was pretty good. I did not die, I was a little sore and a little annoyed that they were trying to sell me more packages (duh, Ashley. Of course they’re going to try to sell you training sessions!) Of course it also helped that the trainer (and just about everyone that works there) is extremely good looking.
Tonight I’m heading to the gym with Renee for a combination weight training/step class. I have no idea what I’m getting into, I’ve just been warned that I need to bring water and that I’m going to sweat buckets. “But I’m going to have a lot of fun!”
Personally, I’ve never had fun at a gym. Fun and gym don’t even belong in the same sentence, let alone paragraph. Maybe that’s something I need to change to get me to go there more often. I need to introduce some fun into working out.
How does one go about doing that? If you’ve managed to discover that secret, please share it with me!
In case you missed my vlog on self image, you can check it out below.
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Gyms and I have been in a fight since elementary school when I couldn’t climb the rope or do a pull-up. There is no fun to be had at a gym. The only part of it I enjoy is seeing the numbers on the scale change.
Was it at least a little teeny tiny bit fun tonight? It feels so good when you get past the initial wanting to die after the 1st week. I promise.
You hate me, huh?
How have we never met?! I’m already girl crushing on your other Boulder blogger friends – Doniree, Grace, Chelsea. I’m adding you to the reader, stat.
I live by the belief that exercise isn’t supposed to be fun. I’ve come to enjoy running and hot yoga but I still have to talk myself into doing both regularly. I’m willing to sacrifice one hour of the day to look better for the other 23.
Love the vlogs! Too cute.
ugh. i weigh the most i have in my life.. which is just 123 lbs but on my small frame and short stature.. 5’1.. i am definitely feeling chubby! i’ve been trying to go to the gym every day but it’s not fun for me either. i think working out can be fun when it’s something like dancing, hiking, swimming… things that you don’t do at the gym! i actually encourage outdoor ways to exercise and just be more active overall.. you live in colorado right??