Starting a new path in life is really, really hard.
This is the story of someone looking to start getting healthier and live longer, as they told it to me. “Jim” is a pseudonym, and he doesn’t like the internet, or writing, or even talking about himself. But this is his story, through his eyes. Missed the first one? Start here.
Alright, I joined a gym. It wasn’t that bad.
I went the first day and did a bunch of the machines. I kinda just watched what everyone else was doing and copied them when they left. Some of it even came back to me.
On the second day, I did some bench press. I used to do pretty good at bench press–there were a bunch of guys who went to East Shore’s old gym in West Ashley, and I went with them once. I don’t know any of those guys anymore, but I still remember how to bench. Then I did some leg presses. I don’t know if you’re supposed to do those things together or not, but everything sure hurts today.
The really painful part was signing up. Man, they want you to buy that contract, don’t they? But I insisted on paying for one month to try it. It cost me three times as much, but no way I’m paying for something that I’m not going to use. And it’s already obvious that most people drop out pretty quick.
My wife is trying not to push too hard, but I can tell she’s excited. She’s going to go to a workout with one of the girls from work at lunchtime. She’s nervous about it, but I told her “If I can go to the gym, you can go to a new gym.” So we’re kinda supporting each other here.
I’m going to need to get a program sooner or later. There are personal trainers at this gym–they’re all kids. I see them walking around with their shaker bottles and looking at themselves in the mirror. I guess I’ll probably ask one of them for a program to follow. Do they charge extra for that? Probably.