One time, a long time ago, I had a terrifyingly traumatic experience with a treadmill. That is to say that I got onto the treadmill and since I had improper posture/walking/gait/whatever and did not pick up my feet while walking, instead I shuffled everywhere, the treadmill and I were very close in a short period of time.
Like face to treads close.
Suffice it to say that I have not since gotten on a treadmill. The memory of that incident, the abject terror of repeating it again, only this time with other people around to witness my humiliation. I simply could not do it. I would look at the treadmill and think that it would be easier to do, that I could do it and it might end up being better for me than the elliptical/crosstrainer. I could walk for longer and not get quite as tired. But I could not quite get the memory of that tragic faceplant out of my mind. And now that I’m at this gym where I like the people around me? And have actually gained some of their respect? To lose it all in a moment of utter ridiculousness that would be my flying off the back of the treadmill in a glorious ball of not yet lost fat? Yeah, not ideal.
So I stuck with the elliptical. Even though I was feeling that it wasn’t quite doing it for me anymore. For some reason I felt as though I was not achieving my goals anymore by doing just the elliptical. Granted, the gym has bikes available, and I know that I can do that, but I’ve found that sitting on the exercise bikes usually ends up being ten minutes worth of trying to not feel like I’ve got the worlds biggest wedgie. And that is not conducive to getting into the ‘zone’ for a good cardio workout. It’s just not. So the next step, logically would be the treadmill. But how do I get over my paralyzing fear?
This is where E steps in. He has more ability to encourage and support me than I think even he is aware of. His faith in me and his strength of support have been huge. Also, there is no way I would have gotten onto a treadmill if he were not right next to me. If I’m going to look like a fool, I want my scrawny-legged man right next to me to make me feel better.
Huge props also to the guys at the gym, especially Tom. He has been huge for my confidence, and him telling me that he knows I can do it while not being overly pushy or insistent has been huge. He makes me want to push myself to the next level just to be able to prove to him that I can. If those are not great qualities in a personal trainer, then I don’t know what makes a great personal trainer, obviously.
Another big thing was something that I picked up somewhere, but I don’t remember where. It sounds silly at first, but visualizing myself doing pretty much anything has been a huge help. Whether it’s been making a dinner that I’ve been thinking about lately, or writing a post that’s been on my mind, or conquering a treadmill, I’ve thought about it for at least a few days. I know, my posts still sometimes come out very disjointed, but those are usually the ones that were spur of the moment.
So after a few weeks of thinking myself through the process of getting onto the treadmill and staying on it I finally did it.
I climbed onto the treadmill and started off slowly, but i did it. I managed to do not one, but now two workouts on the thing. I’m still working my way up to doing the ‘preset’ workouts like the ‘glute busters’ and ‘leg trainer’ but i’m just proud that I haven’t quite fallen off of the machine yet and caused a scene of epic non-awesome proportions.
A fitter me, here I come!