Look At Me, All Athletic And Junk!

I did it.  I joined the gym.  Just for the summer, but still.  This morning, I awoke with about 50 reasons why I couldn't do it today.  They ranged from "I can't find my running shoes" to "the only clean underwear I have left crawls up my butt".  But in the end, I found the elusive running shoes, I put on my Polar F4 (in ice blue - which synchs up with all the machines at the gym by the way!  How cool is THAT??), grabbed a water bottle, and headed to the gym.

When I got there, I got my card and all that junk, and then got sent in to find the very soft spoken and clearly terrified-by-me girl who was to show me all the machines.  Fortunately, there was next to nobody in there, so when I nearly killed myself climbing on the elliptical machine, hardly anyone saw!  And I did 5 whole minutes on it until I demanded to get off!  Proud of me!  I did 15 minutes on the treadmill WITH incline!  Then she showed me how to use about a dozen weight machines...which I have already forgotten how to use.  Ah well...I'm sure it will be fine.  And they have these anti-bacterial wipey things that you have to use to wipe down the machines after you use them...how much do I LOVE an antibacterial moist towelette??  SO much!!  So even my inner germaphobe has nothing to complain about!

All in all...I'm pretty proud of myself for just going.  I mean, it was a REALLY big deal for me just to haul my fat butt to the gym at all, never mind actually touch things and talk to fitnessy people!  I was wearing a pair of Linda's workout pants...they must have brought me luck!  Now we'll see if I can keep this up several times per week, all summer long...