|I’m in love with fitness and I’m not looking back!|
I’ve begun a rather intense love affair, and it doesn’t show any signs in fading. With fitness. Three months ago I tentatively began ‘boot camp’ – a weekly high intensity workout which terrified me the first time I attended. Each week there can be between twelve and fifteen stations, all with a different workout positioned there. From squatting with kettle bells, to bench pressing a weight you feel comfortable with (but not too comfortable – push yourself!) to a rope you slam against the ground.. It has truly been a test of mind, body and my soul.
I have been pretty vocal about my attendance each week, mostly because if I tweet about it or Facebook something – I can’t back out. It was really hard going at first, I didn’t want people to see my wobbly bits wiggle, I didn’t want anyone seeing my red faced struggles as I attempted a push up. Nobody but me was holding myself back. Not one person turned up at the boot camp session simply to point, laugh and comment on my extra tyres. Not one person stared at my sweaty, blotchy face. Why? Because we were all in the same position!
Over the last three months I can happily say it has been the best choice I’ve ever made. I feel my body changing, I can actually run for more than ten seconds without needing a break and I actually moved up some weights last week because I felt like I wasn’t pushing myself to the point I could – a huge moment for me because I doubted myself in the beginning and went automatically for the lightest weights. Now, my arms have definition and I feel them toning, becoming stronger – with that, I feel pretty good in some of the clothes I could never wear before* as I was so unhappy with the way I looked.
Last night, I swept away another wave of anxiety and actually found myself stood in a gym, signing a piece of paper that meant I belonged to a team. A netball team. As a complete newbie. I’ve never played netball and despite doing some frantic googling the days before, I went into that hall knowing barely anything (kudos for Mike sharing “if you get the ball – move!” before I set off out though.. I have words for him!) and came out sweaty and knowing what Goal Shooter and Goal Keeper were. I’m too polite on defence at the moment, but like my boot camp adventures – I’m sure I’ll flourish in time.
This is an intense, happy love affair and I just wish I’d had the confidence to embrace fitness a little sooner in life. As I said back in December – it isn’t a diet, its a lifestyle change!
* I’ve never been happy with my body – I’m not going to go into the whole ‘body positivity’ argument but Sophia from TattooedTeaLady hit the nail on the head with her own post so I urge you to go and read it – she captures my own thoughts and opinions much more coherently than I’d be able to explain.