My successive failures at going to the swimming pool for aquajogging or aquarobics made me realise I had to do something about that exercise problem. The perspective of leaving my warm, cosy, comfy home in the middle of the evening to go splish and splash in cold water just wasn’t appealing to me. But I’m still too heavy (and too out of shape!) to start running again, so I had to look for an alternative: the gym.
It’s a big step. Being surrounded by all those people with great bodies is intimidating. I always feel like they are staring at me. I know they aren’t, that it’s just my mind being paranoid. So I signed up, and guess what? I actually went.
I didn’t do much, just a small 20 minutes speed walking on the treadmill and then 20 minutes on the stationary bike. But the most important thing to me is that I did go. And I enjoyed it. And I will go back.
Small steps, small steps!