……..and lives to tell the pointless tale.
I’ve been meaning to go to Body Pump for a while. But every morning I chickened out.
“I’m not ready!!!” (what signs I was waiting for to alert me to my ‘ready’ status, I know not)
“Today doesn’t feel right.” (haha oh i’m good)
“I should really do more treadmill/elliptical for the 12th day in a row.”
I was just nervous and making excuses. I really don’t like being the new, out of shape kid fumbling around in a class full of fit, strong people who all seem to know what to do. But this morning I woke up and I was just over it. Over all my dumb excuses and fears. I’ve always known I want to start going to weekly BodyPump classes so what the heck was I waiting for.
The fitness studio at my gym is super wide, which I love because that way there’s nobody behind me that I can imagine is laughing at me all class long. It also has that wall of mirrors all fitness studios seem to insist on having. I really don’t want to look at myself, thanks.
I purposely got there 20 minutes early to figure out set-up. I was second to arrive, but no instructor. I just grabbed all the stuff the other girl seemed to have. I didn’t know what to do with weights so I took all the light ones and assumed I’d figure it out. A few more people filtered in and finally, the instructor.
She immediately came over to me and introduced herself as Sherri. Ever so charming and never ever awkward, I replied “I’m new and I’m scared” (five second pause), “Oh. Right. I’m Caitlyn.”
I was at ease right away. Sherri exclaimed over and over how glad she was I was there and I’d be fine, we all start somewhere. It was all the things my sensitive soul had to hear from someone else. She helped me figure out weights to start with and promised she’d help if I needed her. So when she did get up to begin class, I was feeling fine. I was thinking, Sherri’s so nice and will help me. I can do this.
My brain has already blocked out the details of the class because it was painful. I had a pitifully light amount of weights on my bar and my arm muscles were trembling halfway through. Sherri was the kind of instructor my fragile ego needs. Super sweet, cheerful but not annoyingly so, smiley. She kept looking at me to make sure I was still breathing or hadn’t run away screaming and would wink or mouth “Great job!”
There were about 15 other people in the class and I was the youngest (I’m assuming, based off appearances). It is very humbling to be the youngest but use – by far – the least amount of weights. I looked around and was like embarrassed, wondering what they possibly thought of this young ‘un barely putting any weight on the bar.
michelle probably is lifting more than i did all class.
The thing I’m most excited about is…I didn’t hate the class. I actually kinda liked it and am planning to go back every Thursday. I I liked that we did a lot of different things and it was so varied. I worked up a sweat and it felt goooooooooood. My arms are already sore and I attempted to put mascara on but when I started applying it my my muscles started trembling again and I got some in my eye.
I’m so glad I got over my ridiculous fears and finally got started. I feel like this might be the beginning of a beautiful thing.