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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The ride

I leave work a little frazzled from my day. My appointment is at 6pm, and I get more nervous the closer I get to home. I stop in to say hi to Aaron, change clothes and I'm out the door again.

Arriving, I feel so apprehensive, like I should just turn around and leave. But, I went in.

All eyes on me, people see a new face and immediately wonder why I'm here. I'm finally greeted and told to wait, I'd be next.

A half hour passes before I'm able to be seen and I'm a nervous blubbering mess. I enter the office and my eyes focus on a pile of yellow plastic globs. I wonder what this is and eventually I understand. It represents what I'm trying to lose.

We blow through paperwork and I nervously wonder if I'm doing the right thing. I sign my name in many places. Let the money exchange hands and then next thing I knew I was being whisked out and another to take my place in the chair.

"Welcome to the Club!" I hear from one of the managers, thus officially beginning my new membership at the women's gym.

Welcome to the club indeed.

posted by Rebecca @ 10:31 AM  

2 Comments:

  • At 4:48 PM, Blogger betsy said…

    Did you do a workout? How was it???

     

  • At 7:29 AM, Blogger Helen said…

    I hate the gym. Hate it. Necessary evil, but it doesn't mean I'm happy. Good luck, babe.

     

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