I wasn’t always a workout fraud. Not that long ago (alright, 6 months is a long time I admit) I wore my workout gear to actually workout in. Crazy right?! Now I wear it to shop in, work in, clean in. Anything but burpee in. My gym wardrobe has replaced my jeans. My Instagram feed is full of yoga pant designers & New Balance devotees. Far more exciting than a jean & ankle boot combo any day of the week. The colours, the comfort & the ease of workout wear is just too appealing.
But don’t get me wrong. Up until the Summer of 2015 I would wear my workout gear & hold my head high. Actually I couldn’t wear it for too long. It was usually muddy & sweaty from a session running around in the rain. Bootcamp was my thing & I loved it. The fresh air was energising even if an hour of it nearly killed me. And I loved the inclusiveness of it. A great big group of us, of all shapes, sizes & fitness abilities, would shuttle run in the snow, renegade row in the rain & seriously sweat in the summer. You have to laugh when someone goes splat after one to many squats. I did it religiously 3 times a week for about 3 years. And then I got jaded. Summertime came, the kids were off school & I let it slip. And I’ve been letting it slip ever since.
I’ve known Maz for a good few years now & I’ve always admired her passion & drive. Her will to get people moving in the right direction. Her focus & determination. But I’m seriously scared of being exposed & I’m seriously scared of her! But it’s good to be scared, right? I’m told it’s good to step out of your comfort zone. What I’m not too sure about is stepping out of my nice comfortable bed at 5.30 in the morning to get to one of her classes.
I saw Maz last week. I promised her, & more importantly, myself that I would try out the gym & that’s something I intend to do before the month is out. I’ve only got a few more weeks to go but this is me putting it out there. I want to be fit again. I want to put my workout clothes on & feel great. I don’t want to be a fraud anymore. If someone asks me what I’ve been up to, I can tell them that I’m being whipped into shape by Mrs. Mazfit herself.
I’m totally petrified. So much so that I’ve been doing shuttle runs in my garden with the kids & having my ass whipped on 3K runs by my 10 year old.
She told me that in all the time she’s been doing this she hasn’t killed anyone yet. There’s always a first time.