Training

My first time…

Today I want to talk to you about something I feel a little reserved to share but I think it might help a few of you out there, it’s about my first time… I’m sure those of you who have gone through it know what I’m talking about; not knowing what to do, feeling inexperienced and anxious, will you be able to perform well? What will others think? Will they laugh at me? Oh God! I’m too lazy, I’ll probably be out of breath after a minute!

A ripe age of 17 years young, ready to go HARD, ALL OR NOTHING, BEAST MODE! I wish. More like scrawny, skinny fat, anxiety level 9000, awkward teenager mode.

The gym [1] was based on the second floor of a community center run by YMCA charity [2]. It wasn’t like your usual hustle and bustle type commercial gyms you have today with hundreds of equipment[3] but a modest one with a handful of things at our disposal, we even had to make up the bench with stepper blocks! But it made do.

It was finally time, I’ve been contemplating on joining the gym for a little while now. I’ve had passed by a few times watching as a spectator from a far but never the courage to go in and inquire, always saying to myself, tomorrow or at least that’s the excuse we all use don’t we? To be honest I was a little anxious[4], back then I was very shy, I still believe I am but it’s not something you would notice much now, its something I’ve worked on a lot over the years. But it was now done, I worked up the courage to go and book my induction for 5.30pm Thursday evening, there was no going back, the deal was done [5].

Thursday rolled over fast and it was time for me to make my way to the gym. Mind you I wasn’t a complete novice, I had embraced the inaugural rituals of every young teenage boy into the fitness world; bicep curling my 5kg York dumbbell sets and my feeble attempt at push ups. I was still anxious, you know that twisting and turning feeling you get in your belly. “Screw It!” I hyped to myself. I’m gonna do this! Why is that we think the worst case scenarios in our head when we walk into an unfamiliar territory, it’s not the case that something bad would occur but I find myself doing so often.

I walked up the staircase, signed my name in the register, smiled at the receptionist and carried on walking up to the second floor. Still nervous, sweating a little, I opened the door and there was a very cute instructor waiting for me on the other side greeting me with a smile from cheek to cheek. She then proceeded to take me through one machine at a time; the mechanics of it, the purpose and then allowing me to give it a go. Suffice to say it was not the most flattering image to see nor was I the most competent trainee performing those exercises.

One particular moment comes to mind, when attempting graciously to perform the dumbbell bench press on the makeshift bench, pressing a whole impressive 2.5kg on each hand from the bottom of my chest to a fully extended position; it felt as though gravity decided on that day would fight against me as I was struggling to push this megere amount of weight. My chest decided to shake involuntarily, my arms spasming out, almost wacking the cute instructor. Luckily she had good quick reflexes.

Soon after the session had finished, a sense of relief came over that it was over. Apart from the isolated embarrassing moment I had a smile on my face, it didn’t feel so bad now. I actually enjoyed it as I accomplished something I set out to do. It wasn’t terrifying as I thought it’d be, it was okay.

Two day’s later, I decided to go again, this time the very cute instructor wasn’t there but another instructor was. He was nice enough but left me to my own devices. There were a few guys there, I didn’t know them but overtime there were to be a great camaraderie to be built with them. As weeks and months went on I started going more and more, slowly becoming more competent and more importantly, confident. No longer were my arms spasming whilst benching but I was able to increase the load week by week and even do more advance exercises. Each new benchmark I reached I gained more confidence to try something a little bit more ambitious.

Fear rises from the unknown. You don’t have to be confident to start doing something, just dare too. People go on about “its all about being confident” but something they don’t teach you is that confidence is situational and it only arises after repetition and consistent performance. So get out there and just do it!

Until the next one, stay strong and conquer my fellow ALL STRENGTH athletes!

[1] What were you thinking? Come on, ya dirty minded burgers haha! Tut Tut.

[2] Yes, first thing may pop up is the old famous 80’s hit single but it’s much more than that although that is a pretty catchy song!

[3] Majority of which are cardio machine of which majority are used in January and then forgotten about by late February.

[4] “Little” would be an understatement.

[5] Dramatic much?! I think not!

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