I went to the gym for the first time today. I dragged my (not) insignificant butt out of the house into a chilly morning, child in arms, ready to face the unknown world of voluntary and intentional self-improvement. I felt more than a little trepidation as I drove there. It has been a long, long time since I set foot in a house of exercise. When I got there I dropped the bean off in the children's holding pen and went off on my way. I felt like it was the first day of school and I didn't know where to go or what to do.
Much like school though, no one was really watching me. Or if they were, there was no obvious finger pointing accompanied by snickers. All in all, it wasn't too bad. I survived my approximately 45 minute workout and am pleasantly sore tonight.
Not surprisingly, my first day had its revelations:
1. The elliptical machine is hard. I mean really hard. I thought it would be fun. Ha. It took all my concentration just to keep my feet on the dagblasted pedals. I couldn't even let go of the hand holds to grab a drink of water. And I had to get off after 10 minutes. On easy.
2. My butt was not the biggest one in there. More importantly, my butt was significantly smaller than several that were clad in tighty-tight exercise shorts or pants. I actually bought a pair of the short version the other day with the intent of wearing them under my loose shorts. Seems like overkill now. I might just join the herd and go in next time thighs ablazin'.
3. I've got to figure out something to avoid the crotch creep. You know, where the fabric pulls up in the inner thigh region. Doing a leg shake every 10 steps or so on the treadmill doesn't seem like a good long term solution although I'll bet it does add a little something to my workout.
4. I desperately need to put together a workout soundtrack. I didn't have my MP3 player with me, so I wound up watching TV. CNN and Rachel Ray just don't get me pumped for some high energy calorie burn like, say, Lady GaGa.
5. Despite the fact that it is in no way a race, I couldn't help looking at what speed/incline the people next to me were going and trying to beat them. If it were a race, though, I would totally have won. And by won I mean lost miserably.
I'm going back tomorrow morning, bright and early, for my complimentary personal trainer session. I hope s/he doesn't make me get on the elliptical.