Walking in to a gym for most folks is like walking in to the Apple store for me.
I recently had to get an issue fixed on my five year old Macbook - I know, it's a dinosaur. I walk in, and this kid in a beanie cap leaning on a table effortlessly uses his iPad to check me in for my appointment. He then tells me to wait over by a big desk in the back of the store for my appointment.
Chaos is happening everywhere with young people in blue t-shirts questioning users about what problems, which to them are common sense, they are having with their Apple item.
I see the desk and b-line over to the it's most distant corner. I'm now contemplating whether or not to take off my sweater. Is it because its actually hot in here? Or because I'm losing it from feeling uncomfortable and out of my element?
I'm being passed around from one professional to the next. Then, I finally speak to the person who is going to fix my problem.
He's talking in computer jargon which I completely don't understand. I just shake my head and agree knowingly. All along I'm thinking about how much money this is going to cost me. Even the "feller" with a woodland camo hat appears to be more iSavvy than me.
I know nothing of computers. This is pretty embarrassing since they practically run our world. However, for this reason, I can relate to somebody that is tiptoeing into the gym for their very first time; Into the jungle of equipment and "torture machine" looking devices. MUAHHAHAHAHAHA!!
Walking through those big double doors that typically display a HULK as the logo, who's muscles have their own muscles... It can be very intimidating stepping into a gym for the first time. People drenching sweat over everything in the cardio deck, the basketball court, and the weight room... Oh man, the weight room.
GIVE ME ONE MORE!!!
Most women won't even travel over to the "free weight area." Let's just say Meatheads are not the most inconspicuous of gawkers. On the flip side, one of the worst places for a dude, that's new to lifting, is in front of the dumbbell rack. I remember having to pick up 15s for bicep curls while the monster next to me is repping the 50s!
Nevertheless, I kept going. I kept showing up and doing my routine. Because I knew what would happen if I didn't... NOTHING!
You just have to get past all of the stereotypical gym bullshit and realize this is YOUR workout; YOUR body; YOUR life; No One Else's. Only you know what YOU are capable of, and what eternally evolving and improving goal you are charging for with all engines ahead full.
Get in there, get your workout on, and GET THE HELL OUT!
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Brian is annoyingly optimistic, madly in love with his wife, Valerie, unapologetically opinionated about veterans, religion and politics, tenaciously entrepreneurial, and interested in everything.