Well, I wasn't going to share this story, because I felt it was kind of inconsequential, but I saw over at Ann's blog today that she shared about her first day at the gym this week, so I thought I'd join in. I mean, surely Ann and I aren't the only people on the planet who have a fear of going to the gym. There must be other people who fear that they will find only perky, bouncy, skinny people at the gym who are barely glistening in their barely-there gym clothes, while I'm decked out in sweatpant-capris and an dingy old t-shirt (and of course my trusty sports bra), and dripping before I even get on a machine.
The important thing is that I made it through my first workout. The details are that it was short and sweet - in part, because I'm ridiculously out of shape, and also because it was Baby's first time being away from me since birth. Well, while he was awake, that is. Baby went to the nursery at the Y, while I did my short little exercise bit, and from what I hear, after a good five minutes or so of screaming about my absence, he gave it up and played happily. Phew.
So, anyway, I spent my fifteen minutes split between a scary elliptical that was set on some kind of super hardcore incline and some serious power walking/borderline running (eek! I never run, except after Baby!) on the treadmill. I felt kind of good after the workout, despite the sweat dripping off me. I was going to go back to the gym tomorrow, but our playgroup is meeting tomorrow, so perhaps I'll try to go over on Saturday. My goal is to go at least three times a week. Stay tuned to hear about the trials and tribulations of my attempts to get fit - I totally need to do it, not just for me, but for Baby. I want him to be healthy and I want him to see me as healthy. Wish me luck!!