In an effort to get into shape and hopefully loose some weight...I decided to join a gym. Not just any gym...because that would be a waste. I decided to join Jim's Gym. Asking around, I learned that it is a "boot camp" gym where you have a personal trainer for 8 people max at a time. Stories I had heard were..."you'll puke your guts out but never be so happy in your life." "If you talk to your running partner, he'll increase your treadmill speed." etc. So, in my insaine mind...I decided this would be a good thing to do. WHY? Well, many reasons.
1. If I paid so much for this gym, I would be more inclined to go.
2. If I have someone telling me what to do, i'll do it. (sometimes)
3. If I have someone to go with, i'll be more comfortable...and more likely to go, because I don't want to let anyone down.
So, today was the first day.
I woke up at 5:35..after several nudges from my husband...because he's annoyed with the alarm clock. I got dressed in my newly purchased running shoes and work out clothes. ( I didn't have any of that...why would I?) I drove to the gym.
Then it started.
Running on the treadmill, at a speed determined by Jim.
At the point I think ... "I have to hold on to not fall off" ... the incline is increased to 5!!!!!
We do lunges for what has to be 2 miles.
More running on the treadmill.
Crunches, sit ups, push ups, up downs...all things that I haven't done since basketball tryouts in high school....I didn't make the team.
As I leave after somehow making it through...probably because I walked the 3 times we had to run around the building...I am driving home thinking...
I think i'm going to like this.
I would do a before and after picture...but I don't have an after picture yet...and I don't want to scare anyone with the before picture. So, I will wait until I have an after picture to put with it.
It is my goal to run the 5k race during Clinton Fun Days. That is at the end of my 6 weeks of workout that I have paid for.
I'm very greatful for my friend Natalie (really her husband for ALLOWING her to come) because I just am not outgoing enough to do something like this on my own.
Now it's off to bed...if I can stand up from this desk and walk up the stairs.
I have to get up at 5:35 again tomorrow.