Firehouse Fitness – My First Gym Experience
So, after talking about Pop Tarts, I’m now talking about the gym, kinda contradicting myself, right? As discussed before, I’m not a gym girl. The thought of lifting weights, running, floor exercises and fitness machines is my idea of hell. I guess you could say that I have gym anxiety, picturing myself walking into an unusual environment with experienced individuals who have large muscles can be a tad daunting, especially when you’re a beginner. You tend to feel judged because you think you look ridiculous and I completely understand this is the reason why people don’t go. Despite this, exercise is supposed to improve mental health and give you a more positive outlook on life, as well as making you healthier (of course). Ultimately, this is My First Gym Experience.
My boyfriend, Lewis, is a complete fitness freak whereas I’m on the complete opposite end of the spectrum. I’m certainly a home bird, and I’m not willing to come out of my comfort zone. It’s not that I don’t like the thought of getting fit but it’s the commitment and chocolate is a better option. I don’t know what came over me last week, but I headed off to the gym on Valentine’s Day and decided to at least experience it. I had the support of Lewis so I knew I wouldn’t do anything stupid.
I started off with the basics, cardio. There was no way I was going to lift weights because there would be an 100% chance that I would end up either killing my back or crying. Maybe both. I went to Firehouse Fitness in Leeds which sounds like an intimidating terrain, but we chose a quiet time and the fact that it’s a new gym, made it that extra bit quieter. After signing my life away on the forms and getting my ‘tutorial’ from Lewis, I got myself onto a bike. Once I started, I didn’t feel bad at all, I wasn’t out of breath, and I didn’t hate it. Then I realised that I could probably do this on a daily basis but only if I had someone with me. I had such a bad experience of PE when I was in high school that it made me see myself as unfit and that I wasn’t good at anything. That is bound to knock some confidence, so I was glad I was there to prove myself wrong.
After burning over 100 calories, I got onto the rowing machine. It took me a while to get over there due to the severe jelly legs, but I managed. Once again, I got sorted and off I went. Lastly, I ended up on the treadmill with Lewis, and we did about 30 minutes on there. (I walk like an idiot when I get off because I still feeling like I’m moving which I’m sure is hilarious to watch.) Of course, I was getting tired, but I was expecting to feel A LOT worse. The benefits of the gym are purely that you can eat more because you’ve burnt those calories from earlier. More Pop Tarts for me!
It’s always hard going to the gym, but my advice would be to stop thinking and start doing. The more your brain overthinks, the less likely you are to go. Having someone there who knows what they are doing can really boost your confidence. Make sure you buy suitable clothing before hand, clothing that you feel confident in but is also comfortable, so you aren’t embarrassed on the first day! Good footwear is a must, and I would highly recommend Nike Roshe’s. If you are thinking about joining, then choose a time when it would be quieter. For example, 11 am tends to be less busy because it’s before lunch and many people are working. It’s good to familiarise yourself with the surroundings before you get stuck in and don’t make the first session too strenuous. Remember, everyone had to start from the bottom once.
Good luck! If I can do it, so can you! How was your first gym experience?
I will stick to eating pizza, though!