$480 later, I have employed the good tutilage of Ross, a beefy, 5'5'', Jesus-look-alike at the Y. He did my physical assessment (the results basically showed that I should've been dead three years ago...)
(Okay, not really, but let's just say I'm no Olympian.)
I have my first appointment with him this afternoon and have had nervous poops all weekend and today. I've been trying to pinpoint what exactly I'm so afraid of and I think it boils down to these: 1) being judged, 2) being misunderstood (e.g., my activity being perceived as laziness instead of sheer inability, or on the opposite end of the spectrum, not being challenged enough and underestimated), and 3) having the sinking feeling that I'm beginning something I will ultimately fail at.
5:00 p.m. CST things are going to get real. I'll let you know how it goes!
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