Bekah Goes to the Gym

You'll get to hear more of these stories tomorrow on the podcast, but here's a little sneak peek for you.

Ryan wanted to try out a new gym, just to switch up our workouts a bit. One of the classes he wanted to try, just to see what it was like, met at 5:30 in the morning.

I'll just allow you to pause and let that sink in for a moment.

For our trial visit to this class, you should know that I got ready for the class the night before. I'm not even close to kidding. I got fully dressed for that class, got into bed, and when the alarm went off, I rolled out of bed and crawled into the car.

(That photo, by the way, is from the night before. This is what I looked like in the morning.)

I wasn't dreading the class. I was dreading the time of day, but not the class. I was actually looking forward to trying something new. I know we both need something new and different to shake up our metabolism a little bit.

One of my biggest concerns was figuring out how to balance consuming enough coffee to be functional, but not so much coffee that I felt sick during a hard workout. Clearly I didn't find the balance on day one.

The class lasted an hour, and it was no joke. I was even allowed to do a modified version, and I still couldn't fully complete all the exercises. (I thought the list on the board was the full workout, but it was just the warmup. The workout was on a second board.)

The hardest part for me was having people in my space telling me how to do the moves correctly. I have a significant level of embarrassment about working out in front of others because I know there are some things I can't do correctly, and I don't like having someone point out that I'm doing it wrong. I usually already know that, and it just makes me feel worse about myself to be corrected, especially publicly.

(Anyone else struggle with pushups? I can't even modify them correctly.)

Ahhhh the character flaws I'll have a chance to overcome, right?

Day one at the gym resulted in two subsequent days of being unable to move normally, but I have hope it will get better. I keep reminding myself that I'm 39 now and I'd really like to look cuter at 40 than I did at 30.

Maybe the key to achieving that is to not take a photo at five in the morning when I turn 40!