Gymaphobia
Gyms have never been my sanctuary. They're usually crowded with loads of hot, sweaty people- most of which I usually know coming from a small town. They're expensive as heck. And to be completely honest, I'm the polar opposite of appealing after I've been working out for 20 minutes. I'm sweaty, grumpy, and most of the time I look like a member of a rock band the way my hair frizzes out and my leftover eye makeup trails it's way down my face.
Anyway, my fear of gyms followed me to Chattanooga, making it hard for me to want to commit to a gym and make some progress towards a healthier me. After some more sighs of frustration and clicks of my mouse, I thought I had found a program that might work. It's called Scenic City Boot Camp (don't I sound tough already?!). It's a small class setting for an hour where basically they jump from one exercise to another- never the same combination of workouts, so you never know what to expect. What really sold me was the option to try out the program for FREE for two weeks. Say what? No strings, nothing.
So, I entered my email in to sign up for the free two weeks, and got a phone call to set up my first class time. Huzzah! This is going to be great!
At least that's what I thought till I pulled in last night. I parked my car and watched as a crowd of middle aged men and women ran around the large concrete building, looking exhausted. The less brave part of me was ready to throw the car in reverse and get the heck out of there. I mean, what if it's a class that already has a rhythm- I'll be completely out of place! What if everyone is stronger then me? I'll look so pathetic?
In my panic, I called one of my very best friends, hoping she'd talk me into it. Three rings passed and I got a voicemail. Drats. I sat there for another two minutes thinking it out, and then jumped out of the car to go in. It's a free class! Why wouldn't I just give it a shot?!
I'm SO happy I went in! The people working the facility were friendly and were eager to help me get signed in. I changed and headed into the classroom, where I quickly realized the room was filled with middle-aged mom's. I was the youngest there by probably 10 years. Either way, I walked onto the mat with a smile on my face and quickly introduced myself to another women sitting towards the back. She was incredibly friendly and welcoming and the two of us ended up sticking together for the rest of the class.
Anyway, today I'm pretty sore. A lot sore. But, I'll definitely be going back. At least to use up the rest of my free two weeks. Then we'll see from there.
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