First Day at the Gym

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After lots of debate, it finally happened – I’ve got a gym membership. It was something I was certain I wouldn’t need, but the time is right to take things to the next level. I need more equipment. I need better equipment. I need heavier equipment. So I’m here. And so is my dad. It’s a gym flex now.

The first day in the gym was a mad one; making realise how much I’d been slacking by not joining up any sooner. I wasted no time in attacking my lats, the part of my body that needed the most attention. From the warm up (and few sets of pull ups) I realised how much of a difference a higher bar and more space around the bar actually makes. (I appreciate the Powerbar I have, but the kitchen doorframe just isn’t enough).

If I’m getting that much benefit from my own body weight then imagine what it was like once I could use the machines. I had been gagging to do some lat pull downs and they didn’t disappoint. (I swear it’s the best treat I’ve had in months). I got some rows in. I got all sorts done, and made me feel like all of the bench rows I’d been doing for months had been for nothing.

Being in a proper gym environment for the first time in about 13 years wasn’t nearly as daunting as I thought it would be. I believe it’s because I know I can’t embarrass myself, because I know what I’m doing and I know better than to overload myself with weight that I can’t lift.

I’ve benefitted so much from doing things at home, as now all my foundation motions are on point, I just need to apply more weight to them. Having dumbbells of all different weights (not just stacked weights) means that I can challenge myself at a better pace than I was before.

(Just realised I’m out here praising 16kg dumbells. FFS).

It’s all change over here and from a single session, I can already see how much of a difference it’s going to make for me. It’s even got me excited about doing cardio – beyond the skipping I’m absolutely going to continue to do at home. Those bikes are calling me and I’ve been fiending to get on a cross trainer since we got rid out ours in 2012.

It’s a big lifestyle change, as I have to take advantage of the fact that I can work whenever I want (so my evening sessions have to become a thing of the past) but I can’t explain how excited I am about being in a gym.

(Final aside: I know it should be obvious, but it’s crazy to me how to tides have changed and I’m the one stacking more plates than my dad, when it was a different story 13 years back).

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