Good Morning,
Wow! Is all I can say. i get up this morning pumped and ready to go. I couldn't sleep a wink, from excitement and nervousness. I listen to nappy roots " Good day", and i jump in the car and head off to change my life. I couldn't even find the place. I was looking for this huge sign that would read " Versus: Welcome to Hell", no sign. Versus is in this small building and kinda looks like a garage. Its not the typical gym i am used to. I'm used to to a huge state of the art place, with loud TVs, music blaring, girls dressed like they are going to the club, and men with six packs and sweaty balls. What i found was a place full of positive energy. It was simple and straight to the point. As you all know I'm what they call stuck up. As i walked up the brick stairs into this loading dock they call a gym, i thought what the hell is this? I thought i was going to a "real' gym. I was at a real gym. A gym where the instructors know your name. You can look in their eyes and see the passion they have for fitness. the passion they have for you to become a better person. I was so encouraged and empowered. As the group started slowly walking in, i notice that im the only man in the class. I also notice that if you taped three of these women together i still weigh more than them. I did not let that get me down i was ready to go. The warm up..which i thought was the workout lasted forever. We then started doing the actual workout and this is where for a split second i was like FUCK THIS! I pressed on though. I was surrounded by these wonderful encouraging women. Women just like me that wanted to change, wanted a better body, and better health. They showed me the ropes and what i needed to do. Our instructor this short man, with a soft, and well spoken voice. When you think of boot camp, you think of fatigues, and drill sergeants. He was none of that. He was a well trained instructor, who with his soft words gave me pure hell. I thank him. We had to do 8 sets of each workout. We got a chance to rest in between. as i lay there on the ground, dripping with sweat, maybe a tear or three, i thought please say we are done, he never did. Then those famous words " Last TIME", were called out. It was like he could see the pain in my eyes and knew i needed rest. 'Last time", there is a last time for every thing. I have promised myself that this will be the last time i let my weight get out of control. The last time i let food control my life. Now i'm stepping into a new phrase the " First time". This was the first time i have truly given something my full dedication, but it wont be the last.
Matt, 2 things...1)reading your last 2 entries made me laugh and also brought tears to me eyes 2) you are making me want to start working out again.
ReplyDeleteBoo, you got this!!