I go, girl.
May. 29th, 2002 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saxikathA friend of mine gave me a three-day guest pass to her health club. It was good only through May. It took me till today to get up the nerve to actually use the thing.
I've never really understood the appeal of health clubs, "working out" as an activity, and the like. I always figured, I could just take a walk and spare myself the expense and the self-consciousness.
I think I understand now.
The club is a women-only club, and it's really quite attractive. A fitness trainer spent a long time with me showing me how to use the various machines, which I'd never used before. Even though I didn't have an appointment or anything.
I felt much less self-conscious than I expected to. I was probably the largest woman I saw, but it wasn't all skinny hardbodies, either. Many different ages and stages and sizes.
And afterwards... after I'd done a whole circuit on the Nautilus machines, and 20-25 minutes on a treadmill... I felt good. Really good. I felt strong, and powerful, and more energetic than I have in a long time. I'm sure the weights on the machines were dinky compared to what people who are really in shape use, but they felt heavy to me. I walked out with my head high and a confident walk. I don't know how I'm going to afford the club, but I really want to keep going now.
So I was going to then go to a cafe and do some work, but outside the cafe I ran into an friend and former coworker whom I hadn't seen since we were both laid off in August. I still went to the cafe, but ended up spending at least two solid hours talking with him instead of working.
Then I took myself out to dinner, which I shouldn't have moneywise, but I got some work done while I ate.
I go, girl.
I've never really understood the appeal of health clubs, "working out" as an activity, and the like. I always figured, I could just take a walk and spare myself the expense and the self-consciousness.
I think I understand now.
The club is a women-only club, and it's really quite attractive. A fitness trainer spent a long time with me showing me how to use the various machines, which I'd never used before. Even though I didn't have an appointment or anything.
I felt much less self-conscious than I expected to. I was probably the largest woman I saw, but it wasn't all skinny hardbodies, either. Many different ages and stages and sizes.
And afterwards... after I'd done a whole circuit on the Nautilus machines, and 20-25 minutes on a treadmill... I felt good. Really good. I felt strong, and powerful, and more energetic than I have in a long time. I'm sure the weights on the machines were dinky compared to what people who are really in shape use, but they felt heavy to me. I walked out with my head high and a confident walk. I don't know how I'm going to afford the club, but I really want to keep going now.
So I was going to then go to a cafe and do some work, but outside the cafe I ran into an friend and former coworker whom I hadn't seen since we were both laid off in August. I still went to the cafe, but ended up spending at least two solid hours talking with him instead of working.
Then I took myself out to dinner, which I shouldn't have moneywise, but I got some work done while I ate.
I go, girl.
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Date: 2002-05-29 07:32 pm (UTC)That's pretty much how I felt when I started going. You'll be sore for the next couple days, but even that feels good.
BTW, I've been going to gyms for a few years, and it still makes me self-conscious to set the tiny weights on the upper-body machines. But you just keep doing it.