So this morning, I went to the gym for the first time EVER.
I’m not much of a gym person.
I mean, I don’t really need to work out, although I could use a bit more muscle so I seem…less…flimsy.
Also, I did not enjoy P.E. back in middle school/junior high.
Anyway, my friends have been nagging me to go for awhile now. I managed to deflect all demands to go to the rec center for the first semester. But last night as they were going through their China-you-should-go-to-the-gym argument (“You can get buff and we’ll call you FIREABS!”), I felt like it was time.
Time to experience the gym.
So they’ll stop bothering me about it.
Hence, this morning, instead of sleeping in (since my first class is at two), I got up at 8:30 and was on my way to the gym by 9:00.
IT WAS SO EARLY. AND IT WAS COLD OUT. (I was wearing shorts.)
Anyway, I made it to the rec center. The interior is very nice and modern and nice. But as soon as I saw the rows of machines and all the very fit people working out I kind of wanted to run away.
And then Chelsea directed me to the treadmills.
I do not like running on the treadmill. I guess I’m not used to it yet, but it just felt weird. So I just speed walked for about twenty minutes. (I jogged for a brief moment when Eddie came over because I felt like he was judging me. But then my calves started burning so I stopped. I am so out of shape.)
And then cardio was over and it was time to work on my abs with Eddie, who acted as my very own personal trainer and always gives me that face whenever I stop in the middle of a set.
He went easy on me since it was my first day. But still, it just started hurting after awhile.
I made it through the whole thing though.
And now I think he kind of expects me to go every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at least.
I don’t know if I will though. O.O
I do feel good afterwards because I know that instead of being lazy, I’ve actually done something productive before ten.
But I have a feeling I’m going to be very sore tomorrow.