I can't believe how nervous I was by the time I got to work. I arrived early and went straight to the gym for my induction, lest I find a reason to back out.
Paperwork completed, I was 'let loose' on all the equipment with the reassurance that I could shout for help if I needed to.
In a room full of regular gym attendees, I decided that starting on familiar ground was the safest option and made a beeline for the treadmill. Within moments I was regretting my decision. When I run outside, I decide when to start, how fast to go, and when to slow down for a breather. The hamster inside the treadmill runs on regardless of how out of breath you are. I ran for 5 minutes, but was feeling increasingly seasick. Give me pavements any day.
My second choice was the stepper, but this turned out to be an instrument of torture. I only managed 3 minutes before collapsing into a heap at the side.
With only 5 minutes left, my third and final choice was the rowing machine - mainly because I got to sit down on it. What can I say...I was born to row! I now adore the rowing machine, and as it was recommended to me as 'a really good all-round-low-impact option' I think I'll be putting it at the top of my cross training list.
What had I been nervous about? I only wish I could have stayed longer.
Promising to return next week, I headed back to the office to start my day at work.
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