I walked into that place today.  The one that contains various implements of torture.

It wasn’t like yesterday when I brought the extra bag of clothes with me and then dragged it home without donning its contents.

Nope!  Today I put the outfit and worked up the courage to face the Chamber of Doom.

New to all this ess & emm stuff, I kept it pretty vanilla today.  I had the right costume, but I knew all the regulars knew this was my first time.  I’m sure they could tell by the way I looked around not wanting to make eye-contact–looking at the equipment like I wasn’t sure just what to do with it.  It felt like I had a giant text balloon over my head that said “first-timer.”

I didn’t let the uncomfortable feelings deter me.  I chose the closest contraption–the music was thumping.  I started working up a sweat and soon forgot about everyone else around me.  Oh. my. god!  It started to feel so good!  I didn’t want to stop, but I couldn’t stay there forever.  I had to get back to my family. *sigh*

Not a bad outing for the first day at the gym.

Oh and I’m so grateful the friction of my thighs didn’t start a fire, cause that would have been really embarrassing.

I’ve made a commitment to work out three times a week for the next twelve weeks as part of the Choose You campaign.  I’ll be blogging about my journey with a group of fabulous women over on the Choose You blog.  Make your own health commitment when you visit the site and then you too can pretend you’re all freaky like me.