Today was hard for me. As I walked up the stairs to the YWCA, I felt great, chatted with the front desk girl, and then BAM the trainer came out. Then I got all jittery and shaky, wondering if I was really doing the right thing. Yes, I kept telling myself, I am. She gave me a tour of the Y, which is in this big, old building and we walked through the gymnasium. It brought back some great and some not so great memories of high school basketball. The gym was about the same size, smelled like the sealer my old school used and everything. *sigh*. Honestly, other than that, I just don't remember much of the tour...I was so dang nervous.
She gave me an "out," but I didn't take it. We filled out paper work, then came the dreaded scale, body fat tester and tape measure. Oh, and the camera. How could I forget the camera? Front, turn to the side, back and oh yeah, by the way, take your shirt off. Woah, what?!?! Yep, she assured me that I would be grateful in 6 months that I let her take that picture. Yes, I had my bra on, but for the first time ever, I feel like I bared my soul. I've always taken extra effort to cover myself up, and today I couldn't avoid it.
Anyways, first training session is Tuesday at 7am. Wish me luck!
No comments:
Post a Comment