Those big corporate gyms full of cardio and weight machines just don't do it for me.
All those zombie-like people on their treadmills and elliptical machines staring into space....staring at all the people walking by.
Surprisingly, I did actually belong to a gym about 6+ years ago.
I paid that membership fee each and every month.
And I never actually went through those gym doors for more than a few weeks though.
A new year's resolution gone bad I suppose.
So let's fast forward to last night.
Guess what I did?
I put on my big girl panties and marched myself into a big
I was tempted by the free 7-day trial membership.
The moment that I walked in the door, I felt this level of uneasiness.
Like I was in a place that was not for me.
I don't belong here, I thought to myself.
A fish out of water.
I get this same level of hesitation when I walk into a Victoria's Secret store. Like one of the sales ladies will point at me and shout "she's an impostor!" She doesn't belong here, they'll think.
Welcome to Crazytown. Population: 1.
As I was talking myself down off of the ledge and trying not to think, "what the hell am I doing here?", the kickboxing class began.
And wouldn't you know it, THAT. CLASS. WAS. FUN.
Like a Zumba class but with less dancing, more kickin' ass, and punching imaginary people in the face.
An amazing workout full of lots of booty-shakin' music too.
My plan is to ride out this 7 day free trial and check out the other classes that they offer.
Could this be a new beginning for me and my workouts?