A Newbie's Take on Going to the Gym
Back in school, I was that girl who always made excuses in PE class so I wouldn't participate in the activities my teacher planned for us. Whether it be periods, most occasionally flu, I'm always at the top of the game at making excuses. To be fair, I hate joining in in soccer or basketball games because they're just not my thing! And to be graded on something that I'm horrible at wasn't fair to me at all. I was always crippled with anxiety whenever the class was about to start, may even had sleepless nights because of it. Very dramatic I know, but I'm an overthinker alright!
At the beginning of 2015 I started "working out" (note the quotation marks). I only did it for 20 minutes or so, maximum was around 30 minutes and although I did see a few differences in my body, I wasn't satisfied with how the results were going. At times I would go full on and worked out every single day for a month, and then I would stop working out for a full three months. You get the point, right? I get bored easily, and it's very hard for me to stick to one thing for a long period of time.
In the eighteen years I've lived on Earth, I've never been to the gym before. I surprised myself by getting into my local gym in early November and got myself a personal trainer. At first, the thought of having a personal trainer scared the crap outta me because a) I'm not the greatest with human beings and b) I was embarrassed at how unfit I was. People close to me would know that I'm a doodling buffoon with the male species, so thankfully I was assigned to a female personal trainer. Now I'm not opposed to having a male PT, it's just that with a female PT she can understand my body better and how far I can push through whilst working out. The main reason why I decided to get myself a PT is because I'm a klutz. Working out on my own and lifting weights without assistance would lead me to pain!
Another fear of mine when joining in my local gym was working out in front of loads of other people. Even at home, when I work out, I usually coop myself in a spare room and would forbid my parents from entering the room when I'm there. Thankfully enough, in the gym people mind their own businesses and wouldn't give a crap if you looked like a tomato because that is what I resemble every single time I'm in the gym. Does anyone experience the red faced syndrome as I do?! I mean, I don't look flushed at all, I genuinely look like a tomato. 🍅
I've been going to the gym at least 3-4 times a week now and I'm feeling greater than I've been before. After a workout, I usually feel bleh and all, but I'll usually feel better after a cold shower. You do not want to know how much pain I was the first week I joined the gym. I kid you not, I could not walk for one week straight. I was in that much pain! Thankfully now, I'm not in much pain, but the occasional soreness I get reminds me that my muscles are stretched out and getting firmer than it was flabby.
All in all, going to the gym has been a great experience for me and one of the best decisions I've made this year. There's just something different working out in a gym than at home, because at the gym you're surrounded by people who are working out, which motivates me to push harder and motivates me as well. So if you're thinking of joining your local gym, go on! Take it from someone like me, I absolutely hated working but ey ey, look at me now. Totally up to you if you want to get yourself a PT or not, but for me right now I love having a PT because I actually see a difference in my body and she also encourages me to go on forth when all I wanna do is lay down on a mat and doze off. Make it a New Year's resolution if you'd like!
Would love to know your thoughts on working out!
Much love, Ashley xx