Laurie:
27 Oct - So I
decided to pass some of my time at the hotel by using the “Fitness Room,” a
place I have looked at in hotels, but never ventured. Why you ask?
Well, let me tell you………. If you look back at previous blogs, you
will realize that I had no idea what all that machinery was for. To me it was
just some archaic weapons of destruction (WOD), namely mine. Not only
that, I had no idea what I was suppose to do with it, what if I pushed the
wrong button and blew out the back of the treadmill?!?!? Second, I do not
look good in Yoga pants. I know right?! EVERYONE looks good in Yoga pants. They
shape the contours, making all our butts look like supermodels - except me.
When I pull on a pair and look in the mirror I have images of those
knobby tires on monster trucks. Strike Two. Finally, I am not big on
“Group” activities, if I am going to punish myself, I prefer to do it in
monastic secrecy (ie - out of sight of others). Not only will I be in public
but I will be reflected back a zillion times from all the infernal mirrors!
Multiple reflected angles of my less than graceful attempt at self
preservation, because that is all I am trying to do when I get on one of those
machines - make it out alive!
So, I wandered (actually, I
purposely took the elevator to the roof where the pool & WOD were) and
peeked in the window, hoping no one was there. The night before I had
casually glanced through the window, checking out what was there and had seen a
woman using a recumbent bike. The bike was available, but there were
about a dozen people, on various pieces of equipment and I turned around and
headed back to the elevator. As I waged a war in my head, two things came
out ahead: A. “You said you were going to try” and B. “It’s recumbent, it’s not
like you can fall off!”.
I went back. I put my room key in
the lock and walked in - I will never be afraid again. Thank you Michelle!
--
Laurie Davidson Donohue
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