I joined a gym. Yup. Today I tried my first spinning class. I thought spinning…haha…how hard could that be?
I lasted 15 minutes. And I’m proud of myself. Cause spinning…it’s TOUGH.
Heck, I’ve already been to this gym more than the last gym I joined. I’m excited…I get to work with a trainer every month for an hour. I meet with a nurse once a month to meausure my progress. I’m also meeting with a nutritionist and a sports doctor.
Apparently this gym limits membership so that they don’t have a problem with overcrowding.
I’m not doing this to fit into a little red dress. I’m not doing this because I want to impress anyone. I’m doing this because I want to live a long, long life. I don’t want my organs all smushed together because I’m carrying extra weight. I want to be able to hike–really hike–next spring and summer. When I travel to Africa, South America, Asia, Europe, I want to be able to fully enjoy the experience rather than hiding behind a front.
More than anything, I know that there is this woman hiding inside of me, waiting to come out. She is a mighty, tough woman. She’s been hidden behind this other person who doesn’t want people to see her full potential…she wants to remain hidden in the quiver. Hidden implies a short term stay. This stay has been too long to be termed hidden. No more abiding in the quiver for me.
Deneen White 