WE ALL NEED TO START SOMEWHERE
Going to the gym was not something I looked forward to because of multiple reasons. Firstly, I was too shy about being unfit. Yes, we’ve all heard the same old saying, “everyone needs to start somewhere”, but how many of us actually take the first step and push any other negative feelings or emotions when it comes to moving forward? The thought of having people laugh at me was something I dreaded. Secondly, it was something that was at the back of my mind, but never a priority. As a writer in Fitgeek, I never looked at fitness as a lifestyle before. Being told to immerse myself in fitness, as I can’t write about it if I don’t experience it myself, I decided to give it a shot.
Stepping into the gym for the first time, Coach Drew made my team member and I do a fitness test. After seeing her reach a level 8 on the test, I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to hit that target and I said out loud that I could probably only make it to level 5. With that being said, Coach Drew gave me an earful on how I shouldn’t be putting myself down and instead should just start believing in myself as this isn’t a graded test that I needed to ace. Upon completing the fitness test, I found out that I managed to hit level 9. In other words, I completed 4 laps of a 1500m run in 8 minutes. For someone who is completely unfit, it was a big accomplishment!
NO MORE! STOOOP!
The excitement that rushed through me died down not too long after that. The gym started spinning and nausea crept up on me in a not-so-subtle way. Deciding to lie down, my team member looked at me and got shocked at how red my face was. Being dark skinned, turning red is something that never happens because even when feeling flushed, it would go completely unnoticed. After looking at the mirror and getting a huge scare, I tried to calm down and take deep breaths when I felt my stomach churn even more. Running out of the gym to puke, I heard Coach Drew yelling at me asking me not to pretend that I wanted to puke. Feeling anger rush through me, so many things ran through my head. Who PRETENDS to want to puke? If there’s anything I hate in the world, it’s puking. It was then I felt that I’ve had it, and maybe fitness and this job wasn’t something I could do. Screw this.
Prove You Wrong
Right after that, Coach Drew said something that hit my ego really hard. “You are so unfit! You don’t need to do the workout you can just sit this one out.” Hearing those words turned my anger into realization, and the only thing running through my mind was that I wanted to prove him wrong. He gave us 20 minutes to complete a 9-15-21 reps of burpees, kettleball swings, and dumbbell sit ups. Once the timer started counting down, I felt I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t everything he said I was. As soon as the timer beeped, my team member and I started the workout. It was quite motivating, because Coach Drew did motivate us throughout the whole workout, and when we were tired and wanted to rest he would tell us to get back to it if we took long breaks.
What? We Did It?!
As we reached the final rep, Coach Drew pointed out that we still had a lot of time left on the clock. He then pushed us to complete it in 15 minutes instead of the given 20 minutes. My team member and I struggled as we pushed to get the workout completed faster. Right as we finished our last dumbbell sit up, Coach Drew fist bumped the both of us. YES! We did complete the workout in 15 minutes! The feeling of accomplishment and pride wafted in the air and everyone was in a good mood after that. Stepping back into the office after that felt great simply because mentally, I felt awake and more alert.
The energy in the office was really positive after that. Everyone was happy, getting back to work felt great. Personally for me, I felt that I could think better and I didn’t feel as sluggish after that. Mentally, it felt great because I did prove myself wrong and that I could do what I wanted as long as I set my mind to it. Who am I? I’m no one, just an Average Jane who is not happy at remaining JUST average.