I just turned 35.
Somehow it is a much bigger deal than I ever anticipated. I know, I know; 35 is not bad…but somehow…it
is. I have several friends who turned 35
this year as well and there seems to be a consensus. Turning 35 stinks. Turning 30 was not great but I still felt
young, you know? And every year after
that I didn’t worry because, hey, at least I’m not 35. I realize that 35 is not old. Maybe it seems that way because of the next
milestone. Suddenly you realize that you
will be 40. In 5 years! 5 more years to
be young!!!
Something in my brain
snapped the day I turned 35. It finally hit
me that I need to get in gear about getting in shape. I’ve always wanted to get in shape…ever since
I had kids it was always in the works.
Gonna get in shape. Next month.
But I have to be honest.
I don’t like working out. I’m
busy. And I definitely have a fear of
working out in front of other people. (I
will not go into that because I can’t afford to pay you for therapy.) So in all my not-so-sincere efforts to get in
shape I used that excuse to keep from joining a gym. I’ll just “work out at home” which we all
know means…sweat to the oldies for two consecutive weeks with Richard Simmons and
then stick the DVD on eBay for some other sucker.
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On the way home from my 35 year old checkup, where all sorts
of geriatric words like “cholesterol” and “mammogram” were thrown around, I was
feeling pretty freaked out . So freaked out that I pulled into a local gym. I presented myself to the receptionist and
announced that I would like to sign up for a year’s membership. The man looked me up and down, then very
kindly suggested that instead perhaps I should sign up for December to see if I
liked it. If I did, we could go from
there. Ouch. I told him to do whatever he had to do but I
would be back the next day to work out.
I have to say, the
next day I was seriously nervous. This
was not some old people’s gym or women’s only operation. This was a real gym. I envisioned being the only fat person in a
room full of bodybuilders and supermodels.
That did not sound fun. With my
newfound 35-year-old maturity, I just sucked it up and went. Suck it up, Buttercup, and do it.
I did it. I’ve done it almost every day since. It’s been a process, for sure. The first few days I think the staff was even
concerned. You see, I am not only
overweight, I am also Irish. This means
that with the smallest hint of exertion, I turn as red as a tomato. I noticed staff staying close by the first
few days, finding things to do in my vicinity but eventually they backed off
when they realized that I was okay, I just looked
like I was having a heart attack. I have to say, it is not so bad. It is in no way as intimidating as it once
was. It is actually kind of …fun. (GASP!)
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Along the way I’ve learned some things. Having gone where few fatties dare to go, I
feel the need to pass on some tips. This
way you can benefit from the gym without making the mistakes I have. I know that some of you fit people may say
these things go without saying.
Whatever. This is necessary for
some of us.
1. The people at the
gym are normal people. They are NOT
all in shape and they are NOT looking at you.
Everyone has things on their body to work on. No one looks pretty working out. If you go about the same time every day, you
actually tend to run into the same people.
I seem to average between 3 and 5 pm, much too late for the psycho early
birds and too early for the pilates/piloxing/body boot camp crowd. So after a while I started recognizing people
who generally work out in that slot. I
secretly call us “The Rejects”. I don’t
think anyone (in their right mind) at the gym is looking for friends but we do
tend to nod at each other as we go our respective ways. I don’t know these people but I have made
names for them all. For example, there
is Osteoporosis Grandma, Retired Cop, Latin Lesbian, Old Guy with Skinny Bike
Pants. There’s also Guy That Looks Like
My Brother But Shorter, Cheerleader Who Works Out With Mom, and Slice Girl, who
I do know from the local pizza joint.
And, of course I can only assume every gym has one, Creeper. You know, Creeper, a slightly sweaty,
slightly balding man who will look at 18 empty machines and get on the one
right next to you.
All in all, not a bad crowd.
I do NOT want to know what name they call me.
2. Get good work out
music but don’t sing along. You have
to have music to move to or you will find yourself staring at the counter on
the machine wondering just how long 5 minutes really is and whether you truly
are only burning 20 calories. Because I
am a mom to tweens, I listen to pop and I am not afraid to admit it. Something important to remember, though, is
that even though you can’t hear yourself singing because of the earphones, other people can. And that might lead them to do the very thing
you fight so hard against…they might LOOK at you. I do okay with the not singing but
truthfully, the thing I have to work on is keeping my facial expressions
neutral. People don’t hear what you
hear! Seriously, I will be zoned out on
the elliptical and find myself getting very very serious because we are never ever ever getting back
together! LIKE EVER.
Yes, I have seen a few odd looks thrown my way.
3. Don’t give in to
peer pressure. One of my good
friends who works out regularly found out that I had joined the gym and offered
to meet up so we could work out together.
That’s cool. I told her to go
easy on me because I was just starting out.
She started us off with a little move I like to call “Are You Kidding
Me?” where in we lie on our backs with
weighted balls between our knees, then somehow magically put our feet on the
floor over our heads. Can you picture
this? Now picture me doing this.
We lifted some weights and did 1000 lunges. Okay not 1000 but seriously a ton. I hate lunges. It takes all the balance I have not to fall
over and I know I’m supposed to tense some muscle up but I don’t know which one
so I end up tensing everything in an effort to stay upright.
At this point, of course I am sweating pretty hard. But my friend is also 35 and she is fine
(perhaps a tiny line of sweat above her lip) so I will not be outdone. I want to show her some plie stretches my
daughter taught me. We did plies in
every ballet position and inside I was happy because she was groaning as much
as I was. Then she said, “Those are
good! Let’s do 3 more reps of each
one!” This is my move that I do “all the
time” so how can I say no?
I will not go into what we did following that because
honestly it was a blur. But I can say
that I had to take Percocet for three days after that just to walk. I learned that working out with someone else
means that I will give in to peer pressure and that will
hurt. Also I learned…respect dancers!
4. Choose the machine
by TV channel. Our gym does not have
machines with TVs attached so there are several TVs mounted along the walls
with the closed captioning on. Be
careful choosing. Even if you have
headphones and music, we are Americans.
If there is a TV on somewhere, our eyes are trained to stare at it.
There is nothing worse than getting into your workout on a machine and
realizing that the TV you are staring at has been turned to the Food Network,
or worse yet, Maury Povich. As much as
you try, as much as you shame yourself, you will not be able to look away. You will have a sudden loss of control and
you find yourself wondering how Shaniqua could not know who her baby’s
daddy is and what made her four boyfriends agree to fly to wherever this show
is taped to be screamed at.
CNN is my favorite. I
can deal with Fox News, which seems to be a favorite at my gym. I find it a bit repetitive. And I confess ESPN is not bad when you need
to focus on something. I am a known
hater of sports but I have actually shocked my husband lately by offering my
opinion on such subjects as someone claiming to be a better receiver than Jerry
Rice and the likelihood of Manti Teo not knowing about his pretend girlfriend.
5. Workout bra ≠ any
other kind of bra. Guys, you can
ignore this point. (or maybe you need
it, I am not judging) But never having
really done serious workout, I did not know just how necessary a workout bra
was. If you have DDs like I do, for your
safety and the comfort of others, those babies need to be battened down like
ship’s sails headed into a hurricane.
Otherwise, going over 1 mph on any machine is going to hurt and provide
a show that really no one wants to see.
And while we’re on the
subject of clothing…
6. Bring a change of
underwear. There is nothing like a
hot shower after you’ve gotten all sweaty.
My gym has nice private showers and with the way I work out, I need
one. A lot of times, I don’t worry
about it because I am headed straight home so I will use my own shower. In life, as a woman, I am all about
multitasking and so there are times that I have to go somewhere after. Now, I know to pack pants and shirt because
obviously I will not go out in workout clothes.
The underwear, though, is easy to forget. And while there’s nothing like a hot shower
after a workout, there is also nothing like trying to shimmy into sweaty
panties or socks after you are clean. (OK.
Before you judge me, I want you to know that I am preemptively judging
you. If you are not so sweaty that your
panties and socks need to be replaced after workouts then you are obviously not
working out hard enough!) Since this
list is things I’ve learned, I will confess.
I have forgotten. And if I were
headed home, it would not be a big deal.
But if I were headed somewhere like grocery shopping or picking up my
daughter from dance, I would have to go commando. Now you’re wondering if the day we stopped
and chatted in the store was that day. I
will never tell.
…On a side note, I will come out and say that women’s locker
rooms are not what men imagine. I have
no idea what they picture happening but I can assure you that reality is much
different. Cute girls come already
dressed to workout because they look so cute in their workout clothes that it
doesn’t matter if they run into someone they know. The only women you will see naked in a locker
room are the ones that you don’t want to see.
Trust me. Some things can’t be
unseen.
All in all, I like working out. It’s nice to take time for me. I can forget about the myriad of things that
need to be done by the end of the day and just zone out. And while I don’t look like a model, I know
I’m stronger and healthier than I was yesterday. Most importantly, it makes me feel
young! So I do recommend it. Just keep these hard learned tips in mind and
if you see me there, feel free to nod but keep moving.
